...I decide I won't do the last trek after all - I'm tired and deserve some rest. No more hiking from now.
...I drive to Dunedin through very scenic areas, as always. And I pass what must be the fruit supply center for the whole country because signs advertising cherries for sale pop up literally every 100 m. Expensive though.
...in Dunedin I visit Baldwin Street, the world's steepest street. My feeble car barely makes it up there, especially that's it's automatic. The drive down is emotional.
...I also see the picturesque Dunedin train station, apparently the country's most photographed building,
...I do laundry (tricky: the first laundromat I go to doesn't have a change machine so I drive to a supermarket to make change and consequently go to another laundromat. This one, however, works with a top up chip, which I can luckily obtain at a corner Chinese store...whoa, complicated!)
...while at a supermarket I get asked by a (male) cashier: busy day, sir? When some time ago at another supermarket an attractive checkout girl did the same I thought she was chatting me up. Now I know it's customer service :)
...I buy a kebab for dinner because both Mexican restaurants in town closed down at 8pm (we have run out of food). How perfectly strange.
...I deplore the fact that beer is not easy to buy here. Small stores or gas stations don't have any alcohol. You have to go to a supermarket.
...I get a nail clipper which has a nail compartment that can be conveniently emptied when possible. Ingenuous!
...I spend my night in an atmospheric hotel in the center complete with an old building and a beer smelling pub downstairs.