So I spent the weekend with my flatmate Alice and her bf and his mates in Akaroa. Its this tiny, french village located in a bay southeast of Christchurch. The drive to Akaroa was beautiful. You drive through some farm land with the Southern Alps off to the west. This was the New Zealand you see in movies and pictures.
To get to Akaroa we had to drive over a large hill, what we could consider a mountain by Arizona standards. Alice has a mini cooper so the switchbacks were a piece of cake. Almost felt like I was riding a roller coaster for a bit. At the top of the hill is a great cafe with an even better view. We stopped for a beer before heading back down the hill to Akaroa.
Akaroa is a great little town. Plenty of character and sites to see. We hired a house for the night and had a great bbq. We went into town at night to watch the All Blacks at the local pub. Needless to say they were dominant. On the walk in we stumbled upon a seal sleeping on the beach. Alice's bf, concerned for the seal, started yealling at the seal, telling it to get back in the water. It was one of the funnier things I've ever witnessed. The seal got pretty pissed off and started yelling back and then a woman staying at the B and B across the street got mad and started yelling at the both of them. Akaroa was great.
