So Christchurch, or chch as a lot of the locals seem to call it on posters, shop fronts and the like, was my first port of call in New Zealand, land of the Kiwi, Maoris and the All Blacks. Flying in from Melbourne was an impressive sight, over the mountains rising from the patchwork of green on the island, it took my breath away and I may have squeaked with excitement, worrying the woman sat next to me somewhat. Arriving in Christchurch was a slightly differen...