The hobo has landed. Finally made it to new zealand, after years of yearning and waiting and hoping I have actually made it here. The flight in was breathtaking, with the southern alps unravelling in front of the airplane followed by gently ondulating slopes in the flatland around christchurch.
But as soon as the bus entered the city I realized that the earthquake had been a lot worse on Christchurch than I thought.
See, new zealand is a bit precariously located and christchurch was hit by an earthquake this february. I had heard about it, knew a few hostels were closed but didn't pay that much heed to it.
When I arrived and saw that literally half the town was blocked off as construction/demolition sites, I got a grip of how bad it had been. Finding a resturant was a pain, everything was being repaired or shut down for good.
Getting a hostel was even worse, but I managed to score a bed for one night, but tonight is full so I planned to get out of this ghosttown straight away and head to the old french village of Akaroa, renowned for its beauty and Hector dolphins, the only place where you can actually see Hector dolphins actually.
Sitting on the bus on my way there right now and it is beautifull! The landscape is seriously redefining beauty for me right now.
So looking forward to Doubtful Sound in a couple of days. Tomorrow I'll hopefully be in kaikoura though.

Cheers-speers