Christchurch was full of fun times: paragliding, botanic gardens, art galleries, endless trips to to pack and save! But, perhaps our favorite memories are that of our hostel. Stonehurst was the cheapest place we could find, but our room was surprisingly nice! ( besides the Asian girl who hadn't moved from her bed in days and was beginning to ferment).
Folk at Stonehurst:
1. Laren the slavanian - he seemed great and wanted to travel to Queenstown with us, but the night before we were destined to leave, he spent 10 minutes screaming and swearing at the whole grocery store because he was ID'd and denied a bottle of wine. He went to Queenstown alone
2. The French boys - presumably good at staring contests.. Not very good at being subtle.
3. The Swedish girl - screams 'is something wrong?!?' at them after 20 minutes without them blinking
4. The 40 yr old - mocked which tea cups we used (???) for tree nights then tried to offer us beers (nah thanks bro ur my dads age)
5. Bart - walks past us on the street, then two minutes later comes running after us to askfor our number. We'll admit, his gangsta nz slang has provided hours of entertainment
Despite our time of travel, we felt no eathquakes! ( bitter or sweet we couldnt decide)
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