(Written 22/12, 23.58)
After a beautiful sleep and some porridge in Tekapo, we headed onto Christchurch. Most of the coach ride was spent passed out, but in our refreshment break we managed to cause much distress to the driver by spending five minutes too many grabbing free samples at a condiment shop! We hadn't booked accommodation in Christchurch so we planned to check out the twin, grab food and drink, and then play a marathon game of Golf at the airport. Christchurch came across as something of a ghost town (as we had expected), still a long way from returning to its former glory after the earthquakes - the other side of powerful Mama Nature's tectonic plates.
With a feeling of finality in the air, Chief Bash and I hopped on an empty public bus to the airport as night time descended upon us. The time was spent repacking, Golfing, and drifting in and out of sleep on the steel chairs we called bed. A last supper (Burger King breakfast) and a solid bromance handshake later, and the Crash and Bash tour of NZ came to its end. Sweet as bro.
I have now settled in Melbourne with the highly welcoming and entertaining Dhingra family (family friends from birth). It sounds like it's going to be a jam-packed week of Christmas and Melbourne fun.
Ah yeah?
Sweet as.
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