One Kiwi vote for Hillary
Today the nice old Kiwi man sitting next to me on the bus from
Christchurch to Dunedin sent me on my way telling me to give my vote
to Hillary Clinton. I told him I would. (I was being courteous, and
possibly not even lying. Too early to tell.) He had also advised me
not to miss Doubtful Sound, good advice to hear, since I was planning
on seeing it rather than Milford Sound, if I had to choose.
The weather also finally warmed up. Over 20 degrees Celsius even when
cloudy. It was brilliantly sunny when I headed to the bus
station. I kicked myself for wasting a sunny day on the bus.
Note to travellers: the Southern Link bus is not a good bus for
tourists. It’s a good bus for locals. It does home pickups, and it
took over 7 hours to get from Christchurch to Dunedin, when other
buses are scheduled for 5 hours.
Dunedin means City on the Hill or something. Odd, considering the city
centre is very much on the flat. Many of the suburbs are on the
surrounding hills. I believe that technically they aren’t suburbs,
they’re part of the city proper, since apparently Dunedin is the
largest city by area in NZ.
Speaking of hills, apparently the steepest street in the world is
here, clocking in at a mean grade of 38 percent. I’m trying to work up
the energy to ride it.