A Real City

Well, a real city by New Zealand standards. We got up the usual time and packed our bags. We made ourselves some coffee to drink with our breakfast pastries. We then headed out to the bus, and boarded without trouble.

With that we were on our way out of Franz Josef, the tiny town on the western coast. When I say tiny... it makes Gambler Ohio look equally the city. It had two parallel streets and about a block of building inbetween. I must have walked the whole town multiple times in my stay.

We drove north to Greymouth along the same route we'd taken down to Franz Josef. Once there we switched to another bus to take us east to Christchurch. On the road we passed by plains and mountains, mountains covered in trees and mountains that were barren from rock slides. I can't decide if I think that the clouds are all low in New Zealand or the mountains are far taller than they seem, but the tops of mountains are routinely hidden by the soft rolling clouds that pass by.

As we began to roll into Christchurch it actually felt like a city. Small outskirts and real buildings on the interior. It was interesting to see that there were many buildings that seemed recently torn down or recently closed. I later recalled being informed that Christchurch recently underwent an earthquake or at least some strong aftershocks. Then the closed buildings seemed to make a lot more sense.

As we drove through, there were a sunrising number of indian restaurants, so we found one to eat at for dinner. All in all a fairly quiet day, but its good to have some quiet days to relax and recoup.

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