Christchurch 2. The Christchurchening.

So, ok,I'd spent about 15 minutes in the spooky Japanese Hostel, Sinead got in touch with me, and I hit the road out to riccarton.

(conversation with bus driver:
-I'm looking to get off at riccarton high school
-is that before or after the church?
-i don't know.
-is it near the shopping centre?
-i'm from the other side of the world.
-do you think it'd be near the garage there?
I burst into cold, cold tears.

Anyway, it's still cold here, but i am getting more and more used to it. What did take a little more adjustment, however, was getting used to living in a civilised house rather than...well, the Broadway. For instance, some of the f*cking language that is par for the f*cking course in brisbane might not be appropriate for the dinner table here. F*cking oath.

Either way, thanks very much, Brendan and Trisha, for putting us up. Thanks also, for the go on your playstation. (Awesome!)

This afternoon, it's off to Palmerston North, to hook up with Kev & Eimear (also, Claire -from brisbane, well Cork, but via Brisbane)