With little sleep, we dragged our sorry asses to the car rental company in town. Before heading off to the little French seaside town of Akaroa, we stopped at Pet's flat because the Jamaican brothers we coming along. Oh, and to have some coffee...
brewed by the one and only, Barista Petra!
And so, we were off! Along the way, there was one stretch of highway that was super straight and this was the view:
Strange, eh? Maybe whoever was allowed to fall the trees did not have permission to access that particular plot of land! Haha!
The road was not so straight after that. Not only was it windy, it was steep. Thankfully, Pet had some garlic pills for motion sickness and I had some asam. All's good as we were rewarded with breathtaking scenery. Look, that's Akaroa there!:
Lunch was had at a cafe with views of the cove. Apparently, this is the only place in the world where you can swim with Hector Dolphins, the world's smallest species of dolphins. We strolled around town and took time to soak in the atmosphere.
We learnt from one of the shopkeepers that Akaroa was formerly a volcanic crater that became a lake which later on, opened up to flow into the sea. Okay, this all happened throughout thousands of years so don't think it all happened in the last decade or so. When we stepped out of the shop, I noticed this:
Haha! The seagulls were all posing on a post each!
As Dor was the one who drove to Akaroa, I was to drive back to Christchurch. We noticed on one of the road signs a place called Little Akaloa... Dor and I looked at each other, blinked and laughed. It was as if some Chinese or Japanese settler couldn't pronounce the 'r' sound hence the 'l'!
Pet took us to an Italian restaurant called Tutto Bene. That night, I was the first one to fall asleep. I think it was all the driving...
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