Come out with us for a bike ride




WHOA, Don!! Watch your head there, mate! Low overpass, or should I say, not the best underpass for cyclists. They claim to love alternate modes of transport here, but this is a pretty tricky one!















Starting a new life in Nelson, New Zealand
So we happily headed out of Christchurch and on to the small fishing village of Akaroa (population just over 600). Akaroa was founded by the French and maintains some of the culture – street names starting with rue and the only grocery sells baguettes). It’s located on the Banks Peninsula (named after the botanist that sailed on James Cook’s first voyage – for a good read about this, try Blue Latitude by Tony Horwitz). Leaving Christchurch we headed east and up until the last 20kms we drove on flat roads, then we went up and over the hills we’d been skirting for the previous 30kms. We arrived on a cloudy day but the views were still outstanding. From the top we looked down on the bay and the speckle of small towns that surrounded it.
Well I've only been living in Nelson just over 2 months and have already made it on to local radio two times. The first time was about a month back when the office I'm temping at won some sort of contest. The receptionist had submitted the office for something and we ended up with morning tea (pastry, pies, etc). So a couple of the radio crew came in and did a quick interview. Of course the two of us in the office at the time were both from the States. They picked up on this rather quickly and announced to all their listeners. The guy interviewing us was live and ended up conversing with his colleagues back at the station after all of our statements. His part of the conversation was littered with short responses like “yeah” or “That’s right” or “I bet” followed by laughing. Great. Since our radio was turned down, I can only guess at what they were saying.
Just a quick note to share with you that we've joined up with a new version of Blogger and one of the features allows you to email any of our posts to anyone you'd like. If you scroll to the bottom of each message where it lists the comments, you'll see an envelope icon. Click that to email a single post onto anyone you wish. We'd enjoy your help in growing the blog this way, if you want to. Except you Abacus folks, don't be putting us on any of those junk mail lists, we left enough of that behind in Colorado!!
Press Release: NIWA Media Release 22 September 2006
You may not believe me, but I haven’t purchased an item of clothing or shoes or a purse or anything since April. APRIL. Been buckling down, not spending frivolously, sticking to budgets, etc. But it’s getting old, fast. I need a shopping fix. So, I made a date a few Saturdays ago with a new friend, Sarah, to show me what Nelson has to offer for shopping.
For those of you fellow fans of the original and only “The Office” you will appreciate our adventure last Friday night when we attended our first Quiz Night. Working at the Nelson City Council has its advantages (and disadvantages, I’ve found, as apparently all the elected servants on the Council are despised in the city—great dinner party talk I discovered on Saturday). Last week at work an advantage presented itself to me via an email from the Social Club.
The drive from Kaikoura to CC was rather uneventful beyond the fantastic scenery. After crossing a few hills you drop down onto the Canterbury Plains. It started with rolling hills covered with sheep then turned pan flat. Wineries were scattered throughout as well and unbelievable as it may sound, we didn’t stop at any. Entering CC is like that of any large city – traffic increases, houses, industry, etc. We encountered the only other motorway outside of Auckland – about a 5km stretch of separate highway, 2 lanes each. Sweet as. We proceeded directly to our luxury accommodation – turned out to be a very small room in which the queen bed took up almost all the free space. Eh, what can you do, reasonable and close to city centre. Nice to know you still have the boy racers here – we were on a main road and they started up around 9:30pm.
Since there is so much to tell and so many pictures, I’ll split this trip into several posts. Plus, I know you were all on the edge of your seats when Angela posted the 3 part mini-series on NZ history so I’ll follow suit (I’ll try to keep mine commercial free as well). I hope you can all handle the suspense from post to post. Anyway, Angela and I decided to take this vacation down to Christchurch and Akaroa (small French village about an hour out of Christchurch) to get away from the hectic days we’ve been putting in and to celebrate Angela’s 35th b-day.