The Garden City

The last couple days I have been so tired from my short jaunt back to Christchurch. After a late night here at Maruia, I woke up early and left for town by 8:30. Keiji, (43 year old, Yasu clone) and I listened to his Simon and Garfunkel cds the whole way while I finally got to take pictures of the road between. After arriving in Christchurch and eating 2 mince, mushroom, and cheese pies, I met up with some friends as planned. We walked all over the city, stopping by art galleries, museum, and the flower festival. Christchurch Art Gallery was interesting (i hated one exhibit, because it scared the crap out of me when I walked up to it), but the flower festival was the best part of the day. There were lots of bees, but it was really pretty. Unfortunately, I had left my bag with camera in the room when we went to the festival. After a day of walking we were all in need of a beer, so we found the best place for a drink. First place we walked into we were whisked inside a large closet of sorts to get fitted with parkas, pants and gloves. We were all so confused, but when they opened the door at the back we were hit with a blast of cold air. Walking in we were completely surrounded by ice. Everything was frozen. I wish I had my camera, but I'll just have to go back again. The following day we went to the beach and surfed all afternoon. Paul got stung by a jellyfish, but other than that it was a great day. Exhausted we bussed back to Christchurch so I could meet up with Keiji once his ballet lesson was over. We got back to Maruia around midnight, and I promptly fell asleep, only to wake up hours later for my 7am shift. That afternoon I took a well deserved six hour nap. 

 Made out of recycled chopsticks, plastic bags, and sushi grass.

 Cathedral Square cathedral

 Bamboo

 Floating house

 Giant bundle of wheat

 Cathedral Square, town center

 Penguins and duck

The beach we surfed