Dunedin, New Zealand
Ah well, it couldn't last, I suppose. After a couple of days in Akaroa, I continued my journey south. After dropping off my first long-distance passenger (one of the German girls who was working at the hostel, who needed a lift to Christchurch) I hit the road properly. By the time I'd got myself organised - and got my ear syringed, which cost me $20 and produced an amusingly large lump of wax - it seemed sensible to drive until I reached Timaru, which is rough...