In Christchurch, a wild mixture of what seems Anglo-Saxon suburbia and modern ugly concrete, we spent most of our two days there getting used to New Zealand, looking for a rental car and getting Heidi new glasses (for those who do not follow our stories too closely, they were in a bag that was stolen at Mendoza bus terminal).
Most car rental companies advertise cheap rates but do not have those cars available for that price when we called them. Of course it was Gilles who finally found THE deal of the year: 21 NZ Dollars or 11.5 Euros a day for a big, comfortable automatic car with Air conditioning, unlimited mileage and basic insurances. On top of that, the company paid for the ferry to the North Island and we can drop off the car at the airport in Auckland free of charge.
At “Chester Street Backpackers”, we found a homely place for 56 NZD and lots of great tips. So perfectly equipped, we left Christchurch and headed for Bank Peninsula, which was a tedious drive, windy, up and down the hills. When we finally arrived in Akaroa, the view of the bay was overwhelming and the atmosphere in the little town priding itself of its French ancestry was quite charming. For those with limited time, we would say your life will not be different without seeing this place though…
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