In Greymouth we
boarded a KiwiRail Tranzalpine train that would take us all the way to
Christchurch. The train seemed to crawl for most of the journey, but that was
ideal since the ride was more comfortable than the bus we’d ridden in for over
a week and since the scenery really was worth it. However, as the end of the
tour, it was a trip tinged with sadness, both at leaving our now close-knit
bunch and at having to start work in a couple of days.
Once in Christchurch,
most of the group I’d stuck with had a last supper together, and then another
girl and I took a brief stroll through part of the city. We passed parks and
some lovely old buildings, but we also saw sections that seemed to be the same
as they were after the earthquake almost three years ago. The following morning
I didn’t have time to visit any more areas in the city before my flight back to
Auckland, which means I’ll just have to make another trip to Christchurch to
find the parts of the city that have recovered.
I struggle to sum up
the tremendous journey I took. In less than ten days, I travelled almost two
thousand kilometers around the South Island and visited a dozen towns. I saw
stunning places and felt alive. I felt grateful to be alive and felt cursed to
be under so much rain. I made friends and at times made a fool of myself. I experienced
many new things and went to whereabouts that I’ll probably never go again, and I
did my best to let go of worry and live for the time and place wherever I found
myself. To record everything I encountered would take far too long (and would
never quite capture my experience anyway), so I’ll close by saying that this
trip was one of the most enriching and enjoyable times of my life. There—now go
travel someplace you’ve dreamt of going!
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