The road to Thames was just
as James Bond as we’d remembered it, but we weren’t as tired, so it didn’t feel
quite so hair-raising (or plain fun, if you like haring round bends!). The views on the way were pretty spectacular.
Flying down to Christchurch
was actually just like flying over a map, probably because we weren’t at such a
high altitude. The tip of the South Island was totally recognisable, even to a
geography drop-out like me.
We stayed at Centrepoint on Colombo
motel – the owner was very friendly, as was everyone we met in Christchurch :
I think it’s been the friendliest place we’ve been so far, and in New Zealand ,
that’s quite an achievement. Ate out at
Venuti’s, which was nice and near (due to savage bites on my feet, walking was
a bit of a problem!), Italian cuisine, and featured garlic, heavily. Then crashed out: I’ve been having real
problems staying awake beyond about 10 pm.
I think it’s all the fresh air…
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