I don’t ever recall being asked to leave a pub before, and I guess in the strictest sense, we weren’t - after several hours in the garden bar we were told that there would be no more drinks served unless we stayed for dinner. The owners, apparently recently arrived from India, were disappointed when all 20 of us up and left...
Fish and chips at the Chipperie next door to aforementioned pub proved an excellent choice - quite possibly the best greasy meal (burgers were 10/10 too) we’ve come across, in fact the best ever - a big call. Mickey shuffled off to try and get to the 4 Square before they closed, a couple of bottles of vino in mind, but fortunately was too late. Instead Nev produced a bottle of scotch for the die hards, and was disappointed to find some still remained in the bottle as the last boozer left for bed. My early walk around this quaint wee place saw a cruise ship arriving in the harbour as darkness gave way to dawn, apparently one of many that calls during the “season”, disgorging thousands of old Americans in various stages of disrepair, shuffled on to coaches to visit tourist hot spots within a couple of hours range - can’t think of too many! Breakfast at a genuine French cafe / bakery (citrus crepe for me) before gassing up and leaving Akaroa, looking forward to the tight, twisty and technical ride over the hill and towards Christchurch - alas, partially thwarted by roadworks, and at one point a 30 minute delay while trucks were loaded. We suffered a disappointing Lunch at a cafe in Cheviot - lack lustre food from a list offering very few options, which lingered far too long after consumption... no wonder the place was for sale. Onwards to Kaikoura for the night, a few drinks in the afternoon sun before walking into the township for dinner. Tomorrow, an early start to ensure we get to Picton and our ferry back to the North Is. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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