(excerpt)
I arrived at Christchurch in an icy early morning time and not wanting to
lose a day, I decided to skip town and headed north. Kaikoura on the South Island’s northeast would
be my first point of tour.
Violating my flexibility principle of not booking anything in advanced,
I’ve decided to play safe for the first day and booked a 25-NZ$ hotel in this
remote town. Who knows what I’d find or
who I would encounter in some mysterious far-off coastal village that had killed
and harvested thousands of whales in its hay days. I’ve imagined drunk old men resembling a bad version of Jack Sparrow, glistening hooks hanging around and blood-stained
walls. Of course, that was just the effect of watching too many horror movies.
It was a tolerably long bus ride covering a little more than
180 km in less than (3) three hours.
Along the long road, countless sheep in vast green fields were the
common sight. And as if to emphasize that point, one road section was
temporarily blocked by hundreds of slow-going sheep strutting their way on and
along the road. The bus driver halted
on the roadside letting every single one of them safely cross and move to the
other side. For us tourists, it was a curious moment. We alighted for a
good photo opportunity.
Interestingly, sheep – among many other larger-than-rat
mammals were not native to New Zealand and most were in fact invasive. So were snakes. Presence of a single snake on board a docked
ship would be a headline news!














