NZ: Christchurch and Kaikoura
*** don't miss the bumper update, I did 4 posts in a row so scroll down for the others
The next day was a LOOOOONG day of driving to get to Christchurch. At
the last minute we changed our route and decided to follow Daan and Wouter as
we couldn’t bear to be apart from them (haha).
This turned into a bit of an adventure when we headed off to see a
‘gorgeous gorge’. We never found the
gorge however we did drive 20k down a bloody awful gravel road that filled my
lungs and car with dust, before deciding we had probably gone the wrong way and
turned back….turns out that the road I had pointed down a couple of k's earlier that the boys had told
me was wrong, was right….
We also stopped in a little town called Geraldine, where I saw two pretty amazing things that'll make you all jealous....
One - a dog wearing flowers round its neck
and Two - the world's largest knitted jumper!
Wouter and Daan were staying with family just north of Christchurch so
we split up and we found a campsite near the beach, which was pretty grotty and
filled with people who looked a tad dodgy. We were kept awake at night time by boy racers
on the beach, and awake in the morning with roosters….so decided not to stay
there again the following night. I also
embarrassed myself by walking into a woman’s cabin who was half asleep,
thinking it was the kitchen….
In the morning we packed up our tents, convened with the boys and
headed off to Akaroa, a tiny little French themed town (Le Mini Golf,
anyone?). There’s not much to do in
Akaroa itself but it is a really cute little town, and the drive was pretty
beautiful. We wandered round, went for a
swim, Wouter thrashed me at giant chess, and chilled at the beach, then drove some more, going home via the
‘tourist scenic route’ which was pretty scenic to be fair. It reminded me of
North Wales on a sunny day! On the drive
home I drove over a dead possum but my car is so low I scraped over the possum’s
head….I nearly vommed at the sound.
We stopped at a gorgeous little eco campsite in Little River, 30 mins
outside of Akaroa. It was so adorable –
the toilets are composting ones but really nice, everything was outside but
sheltered and it was really quaint. It
was only ruined by the obnoxious American staying there who talked really
loudly for 4 hours about gun laws, boasting about his car crashes and drug
taking and how good he was at his job and just generally being a dick.
In the morning we drove back to Christchurch, checked in to another
really nice hostel where we had a room to ourselves in proper beds – bliss!
Then went and met Ben, who’s a guy I know from back home. He’s moved to Sydney but wanted to see a bit
of New Zealand before he started work, so is travelling with me for a few
weeks.
Christchurch is a bit weird, but I do like it. We wandered around and
it’s a bit of a ghost town. We checked
out the ruined cathedral, which is surrounded by hoarding and situated in the
middle of a newly paved square. The
square is also surrounded by buildings which are empty and marked for
destruction.
Nearby is the ‘restack’
mall, which is loads of shops and banks made out of shipping containers. We walked to the Botanical Gardens which are
really pretty, and checked out a street art exhibition at the YMCA which I
really enjoyed.
We also saw the
earthquake memorial, 185 painted white chairs for each person who died, and the
‘cardboard cathedral’ replacement.
Later on we met the boys for what we thought
was one last beer together. To be fair
it was a Monday night, but the whole of town seemed deserted – no cars or
people in sight. The centre of town was
dead and we couldn’t find anything open apart from one kebab place, so had a
kebab for dinner. The barman here was
very down on Christchurch – he had nothing positive to say about the place and
told stories of corruption and greed within the government which kept
Christchurch as a disaster zone rather than rebuilding it to its former glory. It did feel a bit like the city was revelling
in its destroyed state – it felt a bit like disaster tourism than anything
else. The barman said that the economy
was pretty poor when the earthquake struck, and now it’s booming due to the
building and investment, and the government is deliberately taking ages to
rebuild to keep the economic boom.
Depressing if true!
We headed to the only bar we could find that was open for some
beers. My pool skills returned and I won
2 of my 3 games, I was very proud of myself (even if we did have a bit of an
argument over the rules). At the end of
the night we said a sad goodbye to Wouter and Daan, before realising that we
were both going to Kaikoura in the next few days and would probably bump into
each other there!
The next day I bought an eyewateringly expensive winter jacket from
Kathmandu (which I haven’t even used yet as it’s got really warm again!) then
me, Ben, Rinse and Rike road tripped to Arthur’s Pass, having said bye to Anke
the day before as she headed back to Germany.
Christchurch and the surrounding area were grey and miserable and as the
road wound higher up through the mountains we drove through a thick, dense
cloud that you could barely see through.
Then suddenly a glimpse of sunlight – and as we came down the other side
of the mountain we were in the most beautiful sunny weather imaginable. Hooray!
Our first stop of the day was at Castle Hill, a random collection of
boulders and rocks sticking out of the countryside. As we pulled into the carpark we spotted Daan
and Wouter’s car which was a nice and unexpected surprise! They were leaving as
we were arriving so we agreed to meet at Arthur’s Pass village for lunch. We took a walk up to the top of the rocks –
they were huge and it would have been fun (if a little exhausting!) to play
hide and seek there – it’s easy to get disorientated!
We continued to drive onwards to the village where we met the boys in a
café, a Kea (alpine parrot, bloody cheeky things) stole half of my sandwich,
then we drove to the Viaduct for a photo, before heading back to Christchurch
the way we’d come. I had heard that just
north of Christchurch there’s a town that’s been razed to the ground due to the
quake, and it’s a bit eerie as the roads and signs still exist but there’s no
buildings, so we headed there on our way to the campsite. However we drove around for a while and could
see no sign of destruction apart from a terrible road, so gave up and bought
groceries instead.
The town Springfield has a giant donut in it |
Another night camping (I feel a bit sorry for Ben, I don’t think he
realised I am now a fully fledged camper!) and the following morning we drove
to Kaikoura, taking the ‘tourist drives’ when we came across them. It’s nice watching Ben’s reaction to all the
scenery, and I keep telling him smugly that he hasn’t seen ‘nothin yet!!!
Toria was in Kaikoura!!!! It was so lovely to see her again, it felt
like it’d been ages since I last saw her in Queenstown but it had only been 2.5
weeks….we had a catch up then decided to go on a sea kayak tour to spot some
seals with Ben.
We wore some very sexy spray jackets and skirts and jumped in the
kayaks. The sea was pretty rough and I
was secretly glad I was paired with the guide, as during the safety briefing
they were pretty intense about what to do during a capsize, which is my nightmare!
We paddled out to a big swell and rocky patch and spotted 5 seals
lazing about on the rocks and some in the water. They were lolloping about and generally
having a good time (I assume) and weren’t phased by us at all. We went out a bit further into the sea and
had some seals swimming right by us, then spotted one feeding in the distance –
it was chucking an octopus up into the air, and suddenly a huge Albatross swept
down and stole the octopus right from the seal’s mouth and flew away with it,
with a trail of seabirds following for seconds!
We got back quite late and luckily Toria’s hostel accepted guests, so
we were a bit cheeky and cooked our dinner at her hostel, then joined in with
their pub quiz. I left a bit early to
meet Daan and Wouter at our campsite as they didn’t have a pan to cook
with. The campsite was very basic as it
was a free one and completely dark, I had to pitch my tent in super long grass using
only my head torch but I managed it so was very proud of myself! I would almost
say I was akin to Lara Croft these days.
As the others were taking ages to leave town I joined the boys on the
hood of their car and we watched the incredible stars for an hour until we got
too cold to continue.
As we had arrived in the dark, I wasn’t too sure what I would wake up
to, but it wasn’t disappointing – we were right next to the sea with mountains
behind us – a pretty sweet place to wake up in the morning!
Ben and Rike had a surfing lesson and Rinse had a haircut booked, so I
joined Daan, Wouter and Toria on a little walk out to the peninsula of
Kaikoura. We nearly drove over a seal
when we parked as they come right up onto the road. We kept our eyes peeled out at sea for whales
but sadly didn’t spot any, but we did see tons of seals and get really quite
close to them – they blend into the ground and we almost stepped on one, oops!
When you get quite close they lift their heads and hiss and bark like
dogs.
We had lunch then said final goodbyes as Wouter and Daan were heading
to the North Island – though Wouter has managed to get a job in Auckland so I
may see him again, and I hope to visit both in Amsterdam one day!! I miss them
already!!!
Toria headed south on the best hitchhike ever – a huge articulated
lorry, and we left Rinse and Rike in Kaikoura.
Ben and I headed north to Blenheim for the night, and I dropped Ben off
at the ferry in Picton as he’s going to Wellington for the weekend. I am now chilling in a hostel for 2 days
catching up on life admin and recovering from a month of non stopness!!
Sounds like Daan and Wouter have been trying to shake you off for ages! heh heh Sepha x x x
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