Christchurch

Okay, so although my adventures thus far have taken me outside Dunedin, I have never entered another city since orientation and Auckland. So since we are trying to be true Kiwis and support the only true sport (rugby) we decided to travel to Christchurch for the All Black's vs. Wallabies (AUS).

Getting to Christchurch saw the usual friday pattern of travel. Pack quickly, rally the troops, run to the bus stop and get going. But this time it was just Megan and I, since most other people had rented cars and such. So we board the bus. Megan was asleep before we got outside the city limits. I however was not as lucky and got to experience almost a full 6 hours of music of the bus drivers choice. Which was trashy 80's and 90's. Such as "who let the dogs out" and "let's get it started". Just going to throw it out there, these musical creations have a time and place, but that does not include a 6 hour bus ride.

So we arrived in Christchurch and it was then time to hunt down some food and our friends. Found Hannah, Adrian, Anti and Andrew at an amazing Indian restuarant and totally splurged for some DELICIOUS food. Then we found Danekins and hopped in the car to visit our fellow Saint Mike's kids living in Christchurch and attending Canterbury University for the semester, Peter and Alessandra. Fun fact, Canterbury is a solid 20 minute drive out of town. Found them, hung out, jumped another bus then hit the town. Hilarity ensued.

Got to the hostel late, woke up to find out the other kids in our room were actually Otago students and friends of friends. Small world! Spent the day exploring Christchurch, found a great second hand shop that was HUGE, then hunted down our tickets at the stadium to avoid doing it later. After returning to the hostel and collecting all our friends in the kitchen, tailgating began and we bundled up and tattooed up for the All Black's game.

After walking to the stadium, we found our seats and experienced our first real New Zealand sporting event. The All Black's dominated and after a low scoring but highly defensive game we found our way back to the city center for more exploring. After another night like the shenanigans of before we found more Otago kids, and took over the city.

Come 8AM and Meg and I needed to be on our bus home. One word, painful. Luckily though we did not have the crazy bus driver again although we did still have our All Black ferns on our faces. Six hours later and a weekend was gone, although we did have face tattoos to wash off and a whole new aspect of New Zealand culture absorbed!