South to Dunedin

So we’re stuck in the middle of Waimata or something city like that. I asked Joe where we were and he said it’s this place called “Buttf*** Nowhere.” How did we get here?

Well it all starts this morning when we depart from Christchurch in our sweet new hatchback. This baby is way better than our old rental, and even comes with a CD player and airbags.

We decide to check out Mt John and Lake Tekapa. Only  few times on this trip have I been so struck by something that I could say nothing other than “Holy (insert explitive)”, but this Lake was incredible. The pictures wont do it justice, but it was such a vibrant bright, glowing blue that it looked straight out of a science fiction movie.

We hike up Mt John, which is also a star observatory, and despite my requests, Joe and I do not spend the night under the stars.

Instead, we head back to the main highway and head South for Dunedin, On the way there I make a gourmet tuna and cheese on bread, with a side of cereal. Joe opts for his bean sandwich a la carte, but in the process cuts the shit out of his finger. This situation is quickly resolved by my cunning medical abilities and a great first aid kit. Thanks Dad!

We continue driving until finally I decide we really need a fill up of gas, or petrol as they call it.

You know how I said the South Island is super desolate? Well that is charming at times, but incredibly inconvenient when every gas station you find is closed at 5pm.

Thus, we have no choice but to sleep on the side of the road again, waiting for any signs of life in the lovely BP station who’s sign is illuminating my keyboard as we speak.

 In the words of Joe, echoed sincerely by me - I really hope we don’t get raped tonight.