AkaroaNovember 25, 2017 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C
After a quick run in the morning we hopped into the car and drove the scenic route to Akaroa, a small french colonial town on the coast. We had a wander around, with David wishing he could buy every boat in view while Kerry was more interested in what flavour of fudge to buy. We had a good lunch of fish and chips and a steak sandwich (despite poor service) and sat slowly burning in the sun.
We decided to head back to Christchurch early as we had been invited over to Talia's (a British medic Kerry met during orientation) for a BBQ. David convinced Kerry to try out the new car, but soon after setting off the battery light lit up and then did every exclamation mark on the dashboard. Feeling this was not normal, and slightly panicked, we pulled off the windy roads into a car park. We declared the car dead at the scene.
We rang our road assistance to come rescue us and were given an ETA of two hours. Instead of sitting in the car melting for this time we decided to hike up the nearby trail, Otepatoteu Scenic Reserve, to get an even better view over the bay. After a total of three and half hours our tow truck arrived and loaded the BMW on to the back. Another hour and half later we dropped the car off at the garage and by 9pm we we dropped home. What a long day and we missed the BBQ :(
We had a quick shower and still headed over to join the other Poms (and one Kiwi) for a drink... which ended in us wandering back to our place gone 1am.Read more