Our first stop in new zealand was Christchurch.
We took off in a hot, sunny Sydney and arrived to a freezing, wet New Zealand. Dressed in shorts and T-shirts we definitely looked British. Although, i am going to have to let the tough english blood down and mention that i couldn't take the cold and had to change into something warmer before we even left the airport. Cj trooped through and was sad to face the fact that his tan is probably going to fade over the next 6 weeks.
Our hostel in Christchurch was owned by a Moari family so this was a pleasant surprise compared to Australia, they were very friendly. We explored Christchurch on our first day once we visited the shops to get Cj some trainers. We soon realised that flip flops are useless in NZ.
Christchurch felt like an odd place to begin with. We knew about the horrid earthquake that hit the city centre in 2011, but we wasn't quite expecting it to look so bare. It was actually really sad seeing the remains of the buildings that were hit. The city has put art, boutiques and niche things in the empty places so the vibe is pretty good and gives the city an overall modern, quirky twist.
We only had 1 proper day in Christchurch but this ended up being enough as we found out the sun doesn't actually set in NZ until about 10pm. We were out exploring in the daylight until about then without even realising the time. Took us a while to get used to the light evenings. It felt like we were jet lagged.
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