We just reached New Zealand, and it was past midnight. Thankfully, there was food truck just outside of the airport which turned out to be a lifesaver for a shivering girl who stupidly packed her jacket in her suitcase.
It was the best hot best ginger lemon I have ever had.
The guy was super friendly; he waited patiently when I picked and changed my order a few times.
Let’s blame the indecisiveness on jet lag, shall we?