Arrival in Christchurch

It continues with another 10-hour flight to Christchurch. Australia is flown over in the dark, then New Zealand appears around 10:00. Coming from the west, we first fly over the mountain range similar to the Alps of the South Island. Snow-covered peaks, engulfed in clouds... and then in the distance, the plain towards Christchurch. Many fields, framed by trees and bushes, it looks great.

After landing, the immigration procedure follows. My hiking boots are carefully inspected, the rest (coffee, Haribo, and car parts) doesn't matter. The woman behind me has to give up her apple.

Then I walk through the last door and find myself in New Zealand, blue sky, fluffy clouds... could be worse.

Christoph parked the bus at the car park in August. Now Anthony picks me up and takes me to the parking lot. He noticed that the WOF (Warrant of Fitness) and registration have expired, so kindly he shows me a testing center where I have to go on Monday and recommends a campground nearby. Finally, it's time to start driving on the left. Already at the first roundabout, I force a driver to brake suddenly when I stay on the outer lane instead of going straight ahead. Lucky escape. So now I need to be extra attentive, I still need to go to the supermarket and the hardware store, then it's off to the campground. I'll be staying here until Monday, and on Tuesday I'll take the ferry to the North Island in the afternoon.