We only spent one evening plus one full day in Christchurch, and during the day we split up boys-girls. After lunch at one of the food courts on the pedestrian zone, the boys ventured via one public bus to the Air Force museum, and then on another to the beach. Mom and I went to an arts complex housed in the old university, which featured little shops with things from homemade chocolate to weaving to painting to sculpture. The weaving was the most impressive; one of the shop workers made incredibly intricate wall hangings based on photographs, and they looked incredibly real. Some were people, some were landscapes. We ventured through the neighboring botanical garden, then across downtown on foot to clothing boutiques. We ended our loop at a gas station McDonalds for an ice cream cone, of course.
Christchurch feels quite small. In fact, we ran into the folks we’d sat next to on the train, as well as the group of Malaysians who did the Milford hike with us.
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