The sea really was that colour
(Jan) We slept really well but had to be up early for kayaking. (It's a hard life!!) This had been cancelled the last few days as it was too windy but today was perfect with clear skies as a bonus. I enjoyed a really good shower in the outside shed with the NZ flag as a shower curtain. The sink was out in the open and toilets were further shed with cracks round the doors. All very rustic.
The kayaking was wonderful with alot of Hectors dolphins swimming around us including young ones, little blue penguins and other numerous sea birds flying very close to us and having a good look. We had left a cagoule on the bus yesterday but the bus company said it would be no problem to drop it at Akaroa
information centre this morning and we'd collect it later.
Can you see the dolphins!
We've found all the buses to be extremely friendly and helpful. (Drivers were pretty good too!)
(Rob) We walked fromt he Farm to Akaroa, the jeep taking our bags - about 3 miles and by coincidence, we saw the woman who led the kayak group picking fruit in her garden! She invited us around the back of the house where there was a lovely summer garden and a huge apricot tree bursting its branches with luscious, fleshy fruit. We left with a large bag and they didn't last for long i can tell ya!
The shuttle bus picked us up at 4.30 from the info/visitor centre after spending a couple of hours browsing the shops. The pearls were particularly stunning but our money didn't stretch that far unfortunately. On arrival at Christchurch
, it was lovely and sunny again and vibrant, people milling around the main square for the 'World Buskers Festival'. We paused briefly, encapsulated by a French guy performing gymnastics on a bicycle!!
Our last stop in terms of accommodation was called Dorset House very near to where we started our journeying, near to Hagley Park. An ex-hostel for psychiatric patients, our backpackers proved again to be very homely, comfortable and friendly. A slap-up meal at the Coffee House helped us to sleep like logs in anticipation of the long journey in the morning.