The first sight to welcome me to New Zealand was white capped mountains spanning across a beautiful country. It was a lovely sight and brought back some of the positivity I had lost in Australia. To say New Zealand is English is an understatement. It thrives on the British ideal and perfecting it. I had a warm welcome from a the shuttle driver who was taking me from the airport to my hostel. He proceeded to show us all the sights of Christchurch, the largest cit...