Nous arrivons en Nouvelle-Zélande le dimanche 1er mai. Nous passons 1h à l'aéroport pour passer la douane! Nous devons déclarer toute notre nourriture et nos chaussures de marche, ils sont vraiment très strictes (amende de 400$ si on ne le fait pas...) et il est déjà 17h quand on arrive enfin à rejoindre le centre de Christchurch... La nuit tombe et nous partons explorer la ville qui a terriblement changé depuis que je suis venu, à cause des tremblements de terre de 2011. Maintenant ça ressemble à une ville fantôme... Les restaurants sont fermés et certains bâtiments sont toujours en ruine... un peu déprimant... Nous décidons donc d'aller manger et de rentrer.
Lundi nous allons à Akaroa, la "ville française" de NZ au bord de mer. Tous les magasins ont leur enseigne en français et le drapeau français flotte à l'entrée du village. L'île du Sud de NZ aurait pu être française si l'expédition de 1840 était arrivé 2 ans plus tôt... Nous mettons nos divergences historiques de côté et après un fish & chips nous faisons du Kayak dans la baie mais nous ne voyons pas de dauphins.
Nous dormons sur Ashburton entre Christchurch et Lac Tekapo chez une dame (AirBnb - Home Away From home, Ashburton) sympathique et très bavarde, un hollandaise depuis 30 ans en NZ, nous discutons jusqu'à 00:30 avec quelques verres de vins!
We arrived in New Zealand on 1st May - and spent one hour in the airport to get through customs! We had to declare all of our food and our walking boots, they are really very strict ($400 fine if you get caught sneaking something through) and so it was almost 5pm by the time we got to the centre of Christchurch. Night was falling when we set off to explore the town, which still hasn't recovered from the terrible earthquake of 2011, which happened since Guillaume last visited. It's like a ghost town - restaurants are closed, buildings are still in ruins... it's really quite depressing. We decided to just get something to eat and go back to the hotel.
On Monday we went to Akaroa - the French town of New Zealand on the coast. The shops all have French names (including the gendarmerie) and the French flag is at the entrance to the town. The South Island of New Zealand could have been French had the French expedition of 1840 arrived two years earlier, but it didn't. If you snooze, you lose... We put our historical differences aside and had fish and chips overlooking the bay before renting a kayak in the hope of seeing the resident dolphins. No such luck, but it was still fun and the views were great.
We stayed in Ashburton, a small town between Christchurch and Lake Tekapo, with a nice and very chatty lady (AirBnB) originally from Holland but who's lived in NZ for 30 years and raised her family here. We stayed up until past midnight talking about everything and anything, and Guillaume had a few glasses of wine.
Lundi nous allons à Akaroa, la "ville française" de NZ au bord de mer. Tous les magasins ont leur enseigne en français et le drapeau français flotte à l'entrée du village. L'île du Sud de NZ aurait pu être française si l'expédition de 1840 était arrivé 2 ans plus tôt... Nous mettons nos divergences historiques de côté et après un fish & chips nous faisons du Kayak dans la baie mais nous ne voyons pas de dauphins.
Nous dormons sur Ashburton entre Christchurch et Lac Tekapo chez une dame (AirBnb - Home Away From home, Ashburton) sympathique et très bavarde, un hollandaise depuis 30 ans en NZ, nous discutons jusqu'à 00:30 avec quelques verres de vins!
We arrived in New Zealand on 1st May - and spent one hour in the airport to get through customs! We had to declare all of our food and our walking boots, they are really very strict ($400 fine if you get caught sneaking something through) and so it was almost 5pm by the time we got to the centre of Christchurch. Night was falling when we set off to explore the town, which still hasn't recovered from the terrible earthquake of 2011, which happened since Guillaume last visited. It's like a ghost town - restaurants are closed, buildings are still in ruins... it's really quite depressing. We decided to just get something to eat and go back to the hotel.
On Monday we went to Akaroa - the French town of New Zealand on the coast. The shops all have French names (including the gendarmerie) and the French flag is at the entrance to the town. The South Island of New Zealand could have been French had the French expedition of 1840 arrived two years earlier, but it didn't. If you snooze, you lose... We put our historical differences aside and had fish and chips overlooking the bay before renting a kayak in the hope of seeing the resident dolphins. No such luck, but it was still fun and the views were great.
We stayed in Ashburton, a small town between Christchurch and Lake Tekapo, with a nice and very chatty lady (AirBnB) originally from Holland but who's lived in NZ for 30 years and raised her family here. We stayed up until past midnight talking about everything and anything, and Guillaume had a few glasses of wine.
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| Christchurch -Cathedrale |
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| Bay of Akoroa |
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