Inevitably it is time to go home.
We had a bit of time to fill in so cruised in and out of all the beaches starting with Amberley, then on to Leithfield where Geoffrey had spent many holidays in his youth (as had Lee, and Shirley, interestingly), Waikuku and Woodend.
We tried to avoid Christchurch as much as possible, especially as the World Cup Cricket was on and the place was crowded, but drove through the now reopened city centre which still resembles a war zone from where we were, and up to gaze at a sad, empty block of land at 19 Gwynfa Ave, once Geoffrey's home. The drive to the airport from there revealed that 37 Carlton Mill Road is still missing its chimney.
Our flight back was on Emirates which proved uneventful and on arrival we decided on the public transport option which proved to be a bit of a mistake as there was no mention at the airport station of trackwork that meant trains were only running as far as Central. Had we known we would have opted for a taxi but after queuing for buses at Central and missing a ferry by minutes we eventually arrived back in Manly a few hours later, hot, sticky and exhausted.
But as always, great to be home.
We had a bit of time to fill in so cruised in and out of all the beaches starting with Amberley, then on to Leithfield where Geoffrey had spent many holidays in his youth (as had Lee, and Shirley, interestingly), Waikuku and Woodend.
We tried to avoid Christchurch as much as possible, especially as the World Cup Cricket was on and the place was crowded, but drove through the now reopened city centre which still resembles a war zone from where we were, and up to gaze at a sad, empty block of land at 19 Gwynfa Ave, once Geoffrey's home. The drive to the airport from there revealed that 37 Carlton Mill Road is still missing its chimney.
Our flight back was on Emirates which proved uneventful and on arrival we decided on the public transport option which proved to be a bit of a mistake as there was no mention at the airport station of trackwork that meant trains were only running as far as Central. Had we known we would have opted for a taxi but after queuing for buses at Central and missing a ferry by minutes we eventually arrived back in Manly a few hours later, hot, sticky and exhausted.
But as always, great to be home.
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