The journey from Queenstown to Christchurch was an 8hr epic. The bus was full which meant that for the some of the journey we didn't have seats to ourselves. I like to spread out and ignore Alan for long bus journeys, read my book, eat ginger biscuits (for motion sickness) and listen to my MP3 player.
We stopped at Lake Tekapo for lunch and a photo.
Finally we arrived at Christchurch around 6pm and I wasn't in the best of moods. As we were checking in my sleeping bag cover got ripped and I was about to lose my temper BIG style! The lovely scottish desk girl offered me the use of the tanoy if I wanted to vent my frustration, I declined and she gave me quite a few 2 for 1 drinks vouchers. My mood instantly improved.
Christchurch is basically a british city. It was modelled to resemble one and it felt very familiar. We rode the tram for free as a very nice lady gave us her tickets, it took 25mins to do the whole city centre circuit, so we went around many times. We had a little mooch around the art gallery, art centre and the botanical gardens (not much there as it was the wrong time of year).
Monday, April 23, 2007
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8 hours, that is nothing. Try 14 hours sharing three seats with four people. Not nice one one of them is of a 'larger' African build really she should pay for 2 seats in my opion!!
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