I woke up today around 8:30am, showered, and packed my bags for our 9:30am departure to Christchurch. I finished with this around 9:00am, so I headed down to McDonalds to get some breakfast that I could take with me on the road and also visited the ATM. I grabbed an egg sandwich, a hashbrown, and an orange juice before walking back up the road to hop in our rented bus.
I was still feeling the effects of sinus problems, but overall our drive was quite lovely. Our chauffeur was an older man named Alan (Alan! Alan! Wait, that's not Alan. that's Steve. Steve! Steve! Steve!) who was a great tour guide. Our journey to Christchurch would take 6 hours, but Alan kept us in the "know" about the mountains and small towns we passed by. We passed several glacier fed lakes that New Zealand has dammed up and currently uses to create hydroelectric power. Here's a look at some of these awesome lakes:
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| Glacier-fed lakes at the foot of the mountains. |
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| Mt. Cook is in the distance, covered by a rain cloud... |
Our journey also led us through an outdoor wedding at a small chapel beside one of the lakes. I was all for inquiring about the reception, but instead we kept going. I did snap a quick picture though:
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| Room for 12 more at the reception? |
We continued for several more hours, stopping in a small town that happens to hold the world championships of hang gliding. I took several more pictures along the way of the New Zealand countryside. Here's a look:
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| Rolling mountains out the bus window |
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| The road kept winding on ahead of us |
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| Mountains, mountains everywhere! |
We finally arrived at the Christchurch Airport around 4:00pm and proceeded to the JetStar counter. Our flight back to Auckland did not leave for another 14 hours and 40 minutes, but we all needed to up our baggage allowance (again...). Our biggest fear was that we had missed the 24 hour deadline that is in the fine print, so we were not too hopeful that we would be given the normal rate for checked baggage. However, God managed to pull us through again and the JetStar representative was accommodating and allowed everyone to add 20kg at the regular price. (Still not Southwest where bags fly free, but I'll take minimum hassle any day.) It was still ridiculously early for check-in, so we stored our bags in the storage room at the airport for $10 apiece. We asked the JetStar representative where we might be able to stay in the airport overnight and she remarked "Oh! In the international terminal. Everyone sleeps in there!" Thankful to have a place to stay and our luggage properly stowed away, we headed out to find maxi taxi to take us into town.
We found a maxi taxi easily and as we began to pull away, the driver of course asked us where we wanted to go. Nobody had really planned this far, so we just told her to take us to a nice cheap place to eat close to the City Centre. For those of you who are unaware, the City of Christchurch and the surrounding communities were hit by a 6.3 earthquake last year on February 22, 2011 which was not long after a 7.1 earthquake hit on September 4, 2010. Between the two earthquakes and the subsequent aftershocks, the entire Christchurch community has been devastated and thousands of people have left the disaster prone area for good. (38,000 left initially and only around 28,000 have returned) Back to the day's events, our taxi driver thought of a good place to eat, but totally missed the "cheap" criteria. The place she dropped us off at was called Speights (Pronounced like you would pronounce the word "spades," except with a 't' so phonetically you get "spates.") which served a variety of neat (and expensive) food. The prices immediately stole my appetite, so I spent the afternoon chilling on the patio and enjoying the sun.
After the pit stop, we took off on a walk in the direction of the City Centre which supposedly was damaged the worst by the earthquakes and has been shut down completely. Barricades prevent anyone from getting hear the damage. As we approached the area, Christchurch appeared to turn into a ghost town. No cars, no people, hundreds of vacant high rise buildings, and many lots with rubble stacked neatly in a corner. A few guardsmen stood watch. Here are some pictures of the damage we could see: (Note: The worst of the damage was not viewable.)
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| If you look closely you can see the street is not level and the buildings are not plumb... |
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| Looking behind the barricade |
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| There used to be a church on this corner. All that survived was the Bell Tower. The rubble is piled in the back. |
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| The gap on the facade of this building is not an architectural feature. |
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| About the only building attempting to rebuild... |
As we walked around, everything seemed completely deserted. We finally came across a park that had a Buskers Festival (street performers) going on, so we popped in for a gander. Outside the park I was finally able to capture a charming picture of the city. Here's a look at the park entrance:
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| Charming foot bridge into Hagley Park in Christchurch |
The Buskers Festival was one of the most unique things I have ever experienced. Before I went into a show, I grabbed a hug bratwurst hot dog and coke (only NZD $9!). I was "uniqued-out" after a very short time (I finished my food and decided to head for the gate.) The event was advertised as a family atmosphere, but that must have ended before we arrived. Anyway, I left the show with Andrew and Emily and we headed over to another area of the festival to grab a cookie. The cookie was astronomically better than the performances and when we returned to the group, everyone had had their fill of Busker comedy.
We left the park in a dilemma. It was only 10:15pm and we had nowhere to go but the airport. A few folks wanted to find a nearby cinema, but no good movies were showing and everyone was "spent" as far as money and energy goes. We decided to call a cab to come meet us and take us back to the airport. The ride was fairly short and we walked into the international arrival terminal to find about 50 new friends sprawled out on the floor asleep.
I laid down on the floor, but it was almost no use finding a comfortable position. After the first 3 times I finally managed to get comfortable, an airport manger walked over to me and told me I had to move. They finally gave me a rules sheet, but I was tired and irritated and I didn't listen to the short guy with Napoleon's short man syndrome tell me that there would be "no mucking around." (As if I cared to "muck around" in the airport.) I left the sheet on the chairs that told me not to make a tent, hang up laundry to dry, use a gas cooker, sleep on the floor, lay down on the chairs, or use a sleeping bag (As if I had any of those things hidden in my laptop bag.). I'm sure the manager will need it again tomorrow night.
I walked over to the hotel bookings area to see what a hotel would cost for 6 hours, but found it way out of my budget ($180 for 1 queen bed for 1 night). I finally chose to sit upright in a chair and enjoy my comfortable stay in the Christchurch Airport. I must say I am better for the experience as far as my adventures abroad go, but I'm not in any hurry to press the replay button in the future.
Sometime around midnight I managed to fall asleep for the longest time (a little over 3 hours), so I will end my blog about today here. Today and tomorrow have literally run together. Thankfully I get to separate them between blogs!