Dazed and Confused
The ten hour flight from Singapore passed pretty well. If anyone would like some movie recommendations:
The Joker is superb....dont assume you have to be a Batman fan.
Shaun The Sheep: Farmageddon is even better. Silly, laugh out loud fun.
Christchurch is a wonderfully compact little airport and we were through all formalities within half an hour despite them flagging my homemade flapjack as possible Semtex on the bag scanner. Outside the terminal is a purpose built bike assembly area with tools, workstands and pumps (shame on you British Airports Authority).
By noon (well...noon in NZ, we had absolutely no idea what time of day it was or felt like) we were ready to roll and headed out of town. It was only 26 miles but they came hard....we really just wanted to go to bed. Now we are in Darfield, have checked into a lovely motel, purchased some recovery drinks and had a shower and are feeling.......even crapper. We somehow have to stay awake until at least 7 or 8pm to have any chance of sleeping through the night.
In the distance we can see the top end of the Southern Alps which, tomorrow, we must climb. Bugger.
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