My flight was delayed last night and we didn't get to board until 8:30pm. Only two hours late, but that meant I wasn't on the ground in Christchurch until 2:30am local time. I found a little corner of the airport and laid out my sleeping bag and air mat for a nice little 6 hour nap. I slept quite well considering I was in the middle of an international terminal. I caught the 8am city bus downtown and randomly picked a hostel out of my Lonely Planet. You have to love random chance- not only was there room for me, but there was a couple of middle-aged ladies getting rid of their stuff as they left to go back to Perth. I snagged some good food, rum, some dishes, and some travel advice. I also met a guy from Edmonton who I have promised to share my rum with this evening. This is why I don't make plans. Things usually all work out in the end... and it's more fun!
-A.
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