It didn't feel like summer at Christchurch - nope, not at all. What I felt was cold wind that prickled at my skin and chilly temperatures that made me feel sluggish. It was upsetting, for I had hoped to see beautiful blue skies that depicted the true New Zealand summer I knew.
We picked up a car from the car rental area, fixed the GPS on, and headed to the house of a friend of my dad.
While the house was impressive, the garden was even more so.
The flowers were in full bloom despite the nasty weather.
The house.
We couldn't stay for long, though. We had to drive southwards down to Timaru, where my sister was staying at.
The funniest thing was that the GPS trolled us successfully by directing us into another town called Omaru. Apparently the street that we were looking for in Timaru was too small, resulting in it being unlisted in the GPS - so we ended up in Omaru, a town smaller than the already-small Timaru. Oh, the horror. I wanted to grin, but my parents didn't find it particularly funny.
In the end, we managed to reach Timaru - but by then it was late, and most of the shops were already closed. We ended up eating dinner at a ridiculously expensive restaurant that tooked the opportunity to charge us at a high rate.
There was nothing more that could be done. It was too late, and my sister had to sleep early after a long day working at the hospital. We would meet up with her tomorrow and head down to Dunedin together for her graduation.
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