To Christchurch
Time for my internal flight out of Wellington. The plane was unexpectedly small. Six windows each side. I climbed aboard and, unable to stand upright, stooped my way to my single file seat- row 2 with full view into the cockpit. Reflected that this was the sort of plane that vanishes over mountain ranges all the time. Plane had to be jump started on the ground first (twice). Apparently this is normal procedure but I was imagining myself in a cross between "I alone survived" and "Touching the Void." Had to remind myself firmly that I love flying.
Actually arrived safely and maneuvered my way to the relevant hostel where Luce and I were reunited. Shared a dorm with an old American gentleman who (for once)I can't fault. Hostel is laid back yet efficient. Plus they provide free clean towels- excellent as mine is probably a health risk, it's weeks since it saw detergent.
Christchurch is a miniature England. It's possible to punt along the River Avon, walk along Oxford and Hereford streets, listen to the bell ringing of the cathedral, catch a tram and make phone calls from red phone boxes. Feels like being dropped into some alternate universe where everything looks like home but isn't.
Luce and I went to explore (after an extended and hearty lunch) and headed off to the 'Gondolar' which is a cable car up into the hills. We arrived into thick cloud and couldn't see a thing which we found very amusing. We proceeded to take many photos of each other pointing into the white mass at various unseen landmarks.
Lucy's blagging skills came back (or else New Zealanders are very generous) and she procured us free tickets back up the gondolar for the next day in hope of better weather. (She also got us free tram rides and a discount on our accommodation!)
Back to the 'gondolar' the next day and the panoramic view was lovely and well worth the repeat trip. More photos.
As you can all see Lucy has solved the photo problems and I'm adding them all in everywhere! Lots added into November archive too! Also she's modified my blog so that it should be possible for people to comment! She is a star!!
Actually arrived safely and maneuvered my way to the relevant hostel where Luce and I were reunited. Shared a dorm with an old American gentleman who (for once)I can't fault. Hostel is laid back yet efficient. Plus they provide free clean towels- excellent as mine is probably a health risk, it's weeks since it saw detergent.
Christchurch is a miniature England. It's possible to punt along the River Avon, walk along Oxford and Hereford streets, listen to the bell ringing of the cathedral, catch a tram and make phone calls from red phone boxes. Feels like being dropped into some alternate universe where everything looks like home but isn't.
Luce and I went to explore (after an extended and hearty lunch) and headed off to the 'Gondolar' which is a cable car up into the hills. We arrived into thick cloud and couldn't see a thing which we found very amusing. We proceeded to take many photos of each other pointing into the white mass at various unseen landmarks.
Lucy's blagging skills came back (or else New Zealanders are very generous) and she procured us free tickets back up the gondolar for the next day in hope of better weather. (She also got us free tram rides and a discount on our accommodation!)
Back to the 'gondolar' the next day and the panoramic view was lovely and well worth the repeat trip. More photos.
As you can all see Lucy has solved the photo problems and I'm adding them all in everywhere! Lots added into November archive too! Also she's modified my blog so that it should be possible for people to comment! She is a star!!
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