After our trip to the market this weekend, my German flatmate (who is about my age and here on an internship for mechanical engineering) suggested we hit the beach. Um…YES PLEASE. It wasn’t the warmest of days, but it was decently sunny and I was feeling like a failure for not having seen the ocean yet (hello South Pacific!). So we hopped on the bus, endured the 45 minute trip over severely undulating roads, and spent the afternoon eating oranges while wave-, seagull-, and people-watching.
The New Brighton Pier actually juts out from their public library
While Wellington takes the cake for windiest city in the world, the Christchurch region is extremely blustery on most days as well. Perfect for kite flying.
The seagulls (and most of the birds here actually) are quite cartoon-ish in both aesthetics and personality, and are surprisingly sassy. The pier was a great place for them to steal from fish and crab from the hundred or so fishermen!
New Zealand’s Maori name is Aotearoa, or “the land of the long white cloud,” and on bright days, there are always incredible clouds about. The water is quite frigid year round though, because ocean depth drops off into the abyss much closer to shore than our typical beaches in the States. I’m already starting the mental preparation, because I’m sure it won’t be long before I take the plunge. Who’s with me?