Not a bad little room for $35 CAD/night in Dunedin
I decide to go for a run. I am trying diligently to run frequently to get back in shape. I must say that I am being pretty successful at losing that party weight I put on in the last month on Gabriola. Lots of walking, less eating and, well, partying. Also running. So I go for a run here in Dunedin. Typical to my pattern, I study the map first to determine the best route. Only a half hour run, I figure. Great way to sight see by the way. My hostel is very close to the “green way”. Perfect. I actually remember lots of it from my visit in 2004 when I went for a run.
The Cathedral and Priory near my hostel
O.K. so I quickly realize that this run is a lot of uphill. How can you constantly run uphill and still end up at the same place. I mean I don’t recall any significant downhill portion and I ended up back at the hostel? Well needless to say, through lots of interesting forest and windey streets, I passed the boys school where they were playing cricket. Fun to watch but haven’t a clue what they are doing. Canada was playing New Zealand when I was eating dinner last night and we got clobbered. I didn’t even know we had a cricket team. And add to that that not one guy on the team was white – they were all middle eastern descent and yet their shirts all said Canada. Where’s our multicultural representation? Even our baseball team has both white and black. I guess hockey is mostly white. Perhaps, even though it is a British game, no white people learn to play it in Canada. Then again, it is like learning to play chess with checkers rules. It makes absolutely no sense to me. I had to ask the two gentlemen nearby me if Canada was losing because I couldn’t tell how to read the score. And for the most part, I am not a stupid person! (now now, no comments from the peanut gallery!)
Told ya it was hilly - one of the streets on my walk back to the hostel from city centre. Would hate to get home in the winter ice.
But I digress. Spent a casual day, booking my next leg of travel to Oamaru, figuring out how to get to the Otago peninsula, which I stupidly put off to the next day – you’ll understand why – and just absorbing the old architecture and flavour of a pretty cool place – always nice on a sunny day. Visiting anywhere is always great. You only see the veneer not what it might actually be made of – meaning – you don’t have to know all the day to day issues that give a place its “blemishes”. But visually, regardless, it seems a nice place. A tad expensive – but most of New Zealand is. Onwards and upwards …
Cromwell talks about golfing and ski-ing at the same time – where was the snow?
Well it is their summer Mum, remember – the seasons are reversed here!!
WITING WWITH BAITED BREATH FOR THE NEXT INSTALMENT!!!