We hadn’t realised we were to be in Christchurch on the anniversary of the 2011 Earthquake, that did so much damage. Sunday dawned dull and overcast with slight rain at times, which reflected the somber mood of the many ceremonies that took place in the city. Walking out from our temporary home the Classic Villa last night, was like having arrived in Dr Who’s Tardis and surveying block after block of trashed buildings, like some alien war had taken place and decimated the entire area. Even the Police Station was boarded up. Having ventured forth on foot we were convinced we had entered a culinary desert and we would find nowhere for an evening meal. The restaurant two doors away was holding a private function and the one further down the street was fully booked. We wandered through the carnage and re-building and retraced our steps, finally to find a place called The Villas, which at last offered succour and refreshment.
With such a dull start to the day instead of trudging round Christchurch in the rain, we took ourselves off to Akaroa, where signs were in French and people were speaking the language!
The journey was rewarded by some fantastic views.
So many pictures so little space! A few more and then off for dinner, where we have pre-booked this time. Some are of a place called Pigeon Bay, to get there you pass a sign to “Starvation Gully.” Nasty echoes of tramping the streets last night! Thank you for reading and keep those comments coming, we love to hear from you! Take care M & M.