I think we're packed. Six undies, six t-shirts, two pairs swim shorts, jandals. Sun screen, hat(s), camera, laptop. Wallet, passport. That should be enough.
A taxi is booked for 5.45am; the joys of air travel! The taxi ride will be followed by a 7am domestic flight to Auckland. There we have a couple of hours to go across to International and go through the rigmarole of security and immigration (when we're leaving?) The flight to Rarotonga is on a 777, which will be a novelty after all the 737 and A320 flights I've had recently. We arrive mid afternoon, a day before we left, courtesy of the 1884 International Meridian Conference.
Simplicity isn't a simple thing to achieve, it seems.