April 8th, 2006
Got off the ferry in Pectin, the South
Island of New Zealand...and began to drive on Rte. 1 towards Christchurch.
This was an awesome drive where the mountains looked like right out of the
pages of my childhood cowboy books. Bare, rolling mountains, distinctly
different from any other landscape I had run into. I am staying at a place
that was just a stroke of blind luck. It was getting dark! I figured I
better look for a place to stay the night. There was a small sign "Clementis
Grove B&B" and I took a turn into the mountain. Slowly snaking my way up a
dirt road sharply curving and going on and on, up and up.