Wednesday, 31 December 2014

NZ Day 25 - Cantabrians

It's been three days since we played frisbee golf in Queenstown, and I can certainly say I'm still feeling the effects. Frisbee is much more of a workout than I thought, hopefully by the time it stops hurting my wee right biceps will be stacked. Although possibly not as stacked as "Bob the Bender" who we keep hearing about on our favourite radio stations of More FM and The Hits.

I also heard an ad starting "whilst you're busy making sure your front isn't poking out of your jandals..." which doesn't help me fathom out what they are! Possibly more alarmingly are ads asking "Is your Daisy not giving as much milk as she used to? Bring her down to quality pet foods now!". That sort of as just wouldn't happen on Capital FM...

Four hours of increasing temperatures in Wendy later and we made it to Christchurch - our final destination. The journey started very scenic, with Lake Tekapo and the mountain ranges, and was later punctuated by radio ads such as the above, billboards advertising "Ginger with bite" and actual overtaking.

Christchurch - after visiting I kind of think of it as the modern Pompeii. In the CBD many of thy buildings have been demolished, and pop up car parks and other 'gap fillers' are used on the empty plots. The deserted buildings awaiting demolition or retrofitting are slightly eerie, reminding me of Famagusta in Cyprus. However, there are some pretty murals on the sides of these buildings, which have been exposed due to demolition. There was also a 'cardboard cathedral', which was formed out of rolls of card, a bit like the inside of a loo roll...

Also very cool was the Re:START shopping centre, formed largely of shipping containers and a great place to mooch around, which we did. We shopped for a few bits then had a tasty dinner of sushi and then a wood fired lamb pizza.

Next on the agenda was saying goodbye to Wendy! Very sorry to see our reliable friend go, we gave her back to Wendekreisen, who then proceeded to give us a lift back to our hotel in her, which was weird as it was a bit like being a passenger in your own car. Once back, we spent the night (or half of it) in an actual real bed, before taking a taxi to the airport.



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