The weekends on the other hand are much more exciting, well in comparison. It was a good adventure My mates and I had. We decided to head over to Akarora for the weekend as it was a close by destination but not in Christchurch. It was time to finally bust out of the good 'ol town and explore. And just that we did.
Due to the inability of driving our own asses around we went with the option which works well in New Zealand: hitchhiking. It may seem scary and dangerous and all, but New Zealand is like a giant teddy bear, or sheep, I guess since there are many more of them than humans. It's legal and a great way to chat with some Kiwis and escape this American block I live in.
The rides to Akarora were fairly easy going and we never had to wait more than 20 minutes. Our first was a mother of three who was hard to hear as she had her window down. The next guy was a good 'ol boater who showed us the shortcut to Akarora by going over the mountain instead of around it. He introduced it as the shortcut his wife didn't like due to the steep gravel roads and turns. For the trip we chatted about, yep, politics. Our final ride was the icing on the cake. It was a social cricket team who had come to play a weekend game in town. Little did they know that there was a giant bike race from Christchurch to Akarora that weekend and that the cricket field would actually be the end point of the race. It was a rowdy crazy time weaving down the road to Akarora. We got invited to hang out with them at the pub later that night and let me tell you there is nothing as crazy as a social cricket team at a pub.
The day we spent in Akarora was pretty chill as my mate Alice had stubbed her toe hard in the hostel when we arrived and was fairly immobile. We couldn't walk around all that much so we strolled through town to check out the lighthouse, cemetery, and then the action surrounding the bike race. The most exciting part of the day was that there was a farmers market going on and the hostel had a grill we could use leading to the logical conclusion that we should have grilled veggies for dinner. We bought corn, purple heart potatoes, squash, beans, onions, garlic, and rosemary all from the market. It was great because one of the ladies selling the food loved the enthusiasm that us youngsters had in veggies and what we could do with them so she ended up giving us some food for free.
I think we did her free food some good justice as we had a delicious meal of roasted potatoes and veggies soaked in a sauce of olive oil, honey, rosemary, and a few dried spices. It was so much fun to cook all the food on the grill and there is nothing like grilled corn on the cob. After dinner we finished off the night by going back to the cemetery and watching the stars for a bit. It was a pretty good day overall. A nice relaxing adventure from Uni.
The next day we ate at the bakery and decided that we had exhausted the capabilities that this little french town had and that we should head back. Since there was five of us we once again split into two groups so that the hitching would be easier and got out onto the road with thumbs up. The first group of people to pick us up was a friendly couple from Dunedin who went to a friends wedding in Akarora and was on their way back. They gave us a lift most of the way and were paying it forward since they would be hitchhiking themselves later that day down to Dunedin after they dropped the van off to those who bought it from them.
The last ride was a lady and her daughter that was on there way to bring her mum to the airport. It turned out to be a perfect match because Alice, and her sister who is currently visiting along with the brother, have horses back in the States. Now you may wonder where the hell this connects full circle but alas I have reason. It turns out the family has horses and were looking for someone to watch over them during the weekend when they went kayaking. They were having trouble finding someone who actually knew how to take care of horses, but they found someone, and that was us. So next weekend I will be farm-sitting two horses and dogs. How crazy is that? I am always up for adventure.
Photos in order: Alice and the sister Anna on a dock at Akarora, Some flowers in the hostels backyard.
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