It's Stuart here, branching out on his own. I left Naomi up in the North Island being Lydia's twin and I flew today from Rotorua to Christchurch, the most English of all NZ cities - punting on the River Avon, a large Anglican cathedral, trams etc (plus KFC, Burger King and Macdonalds). I am staying at Charlie B's Backpackers - which reminds me of Army Camps I stayed in when I was in the army cadets at school. Maybe the mistake was to ask for the cheapest room - I found myself in a dormitory with four bunk beds - fair enough. But then this funny little old lady waddled in and plonked herself down on the bed beneath the only bed unallotted. So I shall have an old lady sleeping under me tonight. "I hope you don't snore" she said in a broad Aussie accent. "No, I don't" I replied, "Do you?" "No, she said, "but my husband does?" "Is he sleeping in there too?" I said, getting worried. "No, ducks," she said laughing, "He's over in Australia"... Should be an interesting night.
I went out for a sight-see and then went to Winnie Bagoe's, the world famous (apparently) pizza emporium, in which I had a smoked chicken and shrimp pizza which was GORGEOUS.
Tomorrow I'm off in a Naked Bus to Queenstown (I won't say anything else so you tune in tomorrow night without fail), which is a 12 hour drive but goes through the Alps and right past Mount Cook.
That's it till tomorrow,