Also, the Kiwis love their rugby. REALLY, they do. That and I remember eating a lot of chutney.
Lucy from Jucy!" which was really fun and also I selected their bottom of the barrel insurance policy termed, "chance it!". The rental was really cheap. Cheap as. That's how they say it, the phrase just ends there. "Jucy rentals is cheap as..." or "that jumper is cute as..." Don't bother waiting for a noun or comparative metaphor to to drop on the other end, nothing will. Speaking Kiwi's easy as...
New Zealand's south island is vast and wild and reminded me of savage Patagonia, probably because their latitudes are much the same. I believe Poplars act as a sort of wind wall. A lot of these beautiful trees also populate Patagonia.
Hung out on K Road in Aukland, and then hit ChristChurch. I wonder what Christians are thinking with a place called Christchurch having been battered with two devastating earthquakes in two years. They're woefully silent, but were it called Sodom, imagine all the nonsense they'd attribute to god. Christchurch must be terribly naughty with all its brimstone rubble and a bounce-back hindered by its residents racing off before lightning strikes thrice underfoot. The city lost up to a fifth of its populace.
'Twas sad to see a city so obviously affected and besides the rubble, just empty buildings that were deemed not structurally sound. I didn't even take photos, it was too depressing, but two memorable things: the only gay club, Cruz, was flooded with young girls and when we asked if it was it some kind of a bachelorette party, the locals told us, "It's one of the only spots in the city left to dance."
And then I remember seeing a scaffold wrapped outside of a business, and on the scaffold it was written, in big type, "Don't worry it's safe inside -- we're only painting!" Christchurch is sad as...
Much happier is the action-packed, thrill-seeking, outdoor destination of Queenstown. A natural fit! Even for Mr. CIPD: Cook Islands Police Department.
We made the long drive to legendary Milford Sound.