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flickr: sea_bass / photo: chch night #2.

Here it ends. But let me begin:

I actually remember nothing on how we got from Moana to Christchurch… wait I actually do. From the batch, we had to go east through Arthur’s Pass National Park, to get to Christchurch. This drive, by far, was the most spectacular of views since Day 1, piquing the wild turbines of my wow-lets-stop-the-car emotions. Unfortunately, I do not have the photos from steve‘s camera; but I’ll get them.

We drove through CD territory-why do all the hotels have brewery’s associated with them?–then hit Chch from the south. We dropped off Sarah at the airport for her 24-hour stint in Auckland, found the Christchurch girls’ digs, ate greasy cod, and bumbled around Canterbury campus. When car2 arrived, we made for town and did the most touristed of things, which the majority of the first photos on the set show. We ate mexican of all things (being of legal age is most noticeable at restaurants, for me), then crashed an international-flat party at Ilam Village, which promptly got crashed on us. Fondly memorable of the days of Bowdoin ‘Security!!’ yells, we hit the ‘strip’, which, I fumble you not, was the most crowdedly confusing place i’ve ever been. It wasn’t crowded like a half-marathon, or like the crowds exiting an Orioles game; it was a swirl of confusion. Trying to manage about 13–or 15?–somewhat intoxicated people walking from the first bar to the second bar was trying, annoying, and glorious. We couldn’t part the crowd for than 5 meters without having to take stock.

The next day was a HUGE fucking breakfast, and for this, I am eternally grateful to the christchurch girls, emma and grace, as well as their unbelievably froody flatmates. Here’s the list of things that I can remember: Pancakes. Waffles. Bacon. Eggs. OJ. Hot-Cross Buns. Bananas. It was unreal; I’m confident they must have stolen and pawned something rather large on their last stay here and must have been feeling quite bad about it. The drive home was boring.

Here ends the roadtrip. There were so many things I left out-mostly the best stories-because of Parent and even Grandparent regulations. If you want to apply for ‘friend’, ‘frisbee friend’, or even ‘hip, “with it” old person’ status, please do so in writing. I’ll give more recap later once I collect some more people’s photos. Happy Mother’s Day. It ends in 7 minutes on the east coast. I know because I’m from the future.