It’s interesting to see how some of the inhabitants of our planet are navigating our plague situation. Like the idiot who seemed a bit surprised that borders were closed and he got stranded here, so decided to have a whinge about the television programming in Aotearoa New Zealand.
Riiiight.
So it seems a British couple had been on what was described as the trip of a lifetime, including time in Singapore and Aussie before landing here on February 13.
Now, I don’t know about you, but if I had been trekking around the world AFTER the World Health Organisation had declared the outbreak of a new virus a “public health emergency of international concern”, I would probably be considering getting the fuck outta Dodge, and flying home. In fact, on February 6, I cancelled a planned trip to the States in July because it was glaringly obvious this shit wasn’t going away any time soon, and seeing what was happening in Italy made it clear this was going to get worse before it got better.
But nevertheless, our intrepid travellers landed here with plans to fly out at the end of March. As we all know, New Zealand went into lockdown on March 26.
So they are currently stuck here and complaining that being confined to a motel room in Auckland feels a “bit like Alcatraz”.
Even worse, the TV programming is not to their taste, with hubby Mike Rowland saying: “Breakfast news here is like a sixth form experiment compared to Good Morning Britain … Piers Morgan is a God compared to what we are looking at.”
He said that when they started their holiday “Covid-19 was just something that affected China. By the time we got to Taupo in the North Island on March 14, it was starting to get a bit more serious but there was still no reason for us to change anything”.
No reason? How about that aforementioned World Health Organisation “public health emergency of international concern” bizzo? Even better, the WHO declared it was a global pandemic on March 11. That didn’t give a hint?
Anyway dear Mike, you poor hard-done-by traveller, sorry our telly isn’t up to your exacting standards. If you worship Piers Morgan, there’s little hope for you.