A chicken in kiwiland.
Winter days are gradually coming to an end, spring is hopefully springing and it’s high time I continue writing my adventures from down under. Time passes and if you don’t have anyone with whom to talk things over they will soon be dropping of your mind.
By the time my linguistics class, where we have been comparing Hungarian, Turkish and Finish languages (because apparently everybody needs that on their Friday morning) was over, I was ready to stretch my legs and to do a bit of hiking. To Lyttleton we headed where mountains rise … again?... this time avoiding tourist traps and choosing the most scenic paths. Really if you want to drag your adrenalin level don’t choose a gondola ride, enjoy a good hike up a mountain where you can come across mountain sheep, cows and steep slopes.
When we started our ascent it was already hot and it was gradually becoming even hotter with every step we made, but when we reached the top and started to descent on the other side of the slope we were chilled to the marrow. That’s what NZ is all about; you never know what is the right approach, always being in shoes of a young fellow who wants to attract a lassie he likes… there is no definitive list of actions to gain access to women's hearts the only defying feature of a successful man is being omniscient. Oops, sorry I diverted…
On the other side of the slope we were already tired and hungry, so we satisfied the inner man with a big triangular sushi roll and apples, while gazing down at the emerald waters of Lyttelton Port.
During the last minutes of our travel we were going through a narrow path between mountain trees and bushes wishing a bus to take us home will arrive without delays. It doesn’t always happen as you wish especially with Christchurch public transport, but I think there is certain charm and allure when you endlessly go from one bus stop to another, because good things come to those who wait... and a warm bus in winter after a long stroll is certainly a good thing.
Friday day was truly soul enriching and a bit of a physical challenge, goodbye for now, hope to hear from you.
miss_alika
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15 Apr 2020
At the top from down under
Lyttelton Port
Winter days are gradually coming to an end, spring is hopefully springing and it’s high time I continue writing my adventures from down under. Time passes and if you don’t have anyone with whom to talk things over they will soon be dropping of your mind.
By the time my linguistics class, where we have been comparing Hungarian, Turkish and Finish languages (because apparently everybody needs that on their Friday morning) was over, I was ready to stretch my legs and to do a bit of hiking. To Lyttleton we headed where mountains rise … again?... this time avoiding tourist traps and choosing the most scenic paths. Really if you want to drag your adrenalin level don’t choose a gondola ride, enjoy a good hike up a mountain where you can come across mountain sheep, cows and steep slopes.
When we started our ascent it was already hot and it was gradually becoming even hotter with every step we made, but when we reached the top and started to descent on the other side of the slope we were chilled to the marrow. That’s what NZ is all about; you never know what is the right approach, always being in shoes of a young fellow who wants to attract a lassie he likes… there is no definitive list of actions to gain access to women's hearts the only defying feature of a successful man is being omniscient. Oops, sorry I diverted…
On the other side of the slope we were already tired and hungry, so we satisfied the inner man with a big triangular sushi roll and apples, while gazing down at the emerald waters of Lyttelton Port.
During the last minutes of our travel we were going through a narrow path between mountain trees and bushes wishing a bus to take us home will arrive without delays. It doesn’t always happen as you wish especially with Christchurch public transport, but I think there is certain charm and allure when you endlessly go from one bus stop to another, because good things come to those who wait... and a warm bus in winter after a long stroll is certainly a good thing.
Friday day was truly soul enriching and a bit of a physical challenge, goodbye for now, hope to hear from you.
P.S all pictures are mine or Alyona's ;-)
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