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Every ten minutes or so I say, “hey! My dad
was born here!”. We drove about 4 hours from Christchurch, grant sleeping on
the way and me singing loudly along to First Aid Kitt. The New Zealand
countryside is beautiful and ever-changing.
We wandered down the hill from our
backpackers (which was called Hogwartz, though there didn’t seem to be anything
Potter-y about it), spent a couple of hours in the middle of town, had a couple
of beers and really good chinese food. We went to the Dunedin Railway Station,
which was beautiful, old and full of tourists.
Though there isn’t a lot to do as tourists
on a budget, Dunedin is a super cute town. It was lovely just watching the town
go by, sitting in the octagon (centre of town) and having a beer. Getting back
up the hill to Hogwartz was a hard slog and I nearly gave up and slept on the
steps of the beautiful cathedral.
Grant’s kiwi accent has had a good workout
(I’m constantly telling him he cant do it in front of people). Driving up and
down Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world, was scary and hilarious
(cue Grant: “thet’s a steep street bro”).
We are so relaxed and happy on this holiday, laughing a lot and taking
each day as it comes.
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| That's a steep street bro. |
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| Inside Dunedin Train Station |
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| The view from our window |
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| It means trolley. |
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| Having a beer at the Octagon |
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| Party in our room |
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| Dunedin Train Station |
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| Dunedin Train Station |
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