2.1.19 Akaroa-Christchurch

Given the completely messed up shower rooms, I'll pass. Since the milk in my poorly cooling refrigerator has become sour for the umpteenth time, there won't even be any coffee before departure. I left the campground at 9:30 a.m. It remains in my memory as crowded (with tight pitches), not exactly clean, and also somewhat strange. WiFi is also available here, for 100MB/day, but it only worked on December 31st. I was only on the campground for about 4 hours on that day. For the rest of the time, I used my own data card. Doesn't matter, but it's stupid when they advertise with it.

After driving down the curves much more relaxed, I reach Duveauchelle, stop at a booth there and get myself some coffee. It briefly starts raining in Little River. I stop because I'm early anyway and I look around in a shop, get myself an ice cream with Manuka honey and almonds, and enjoy it outside in the sun that has returned. The sun is now scorching like crazy and seems to burn through my T-shirt - it's really insane down here in the ozone hole...

In Christchurch, I quickly look for an outdoor store because I'm supposed to bring a rainproof ranger hat on behalf of someone. I don't find anything, but I do find the highly effective mosquito spray Bushman. Fill up the tank for the last time for $70. I might have to refill the gas bottle, although I only cooked something about 3 times in the camper. Since there was only one gas flame, I could only heat up a can occasionally, but I often used the camp kitchens for that. I got coffee water from the kettle when there was power. The nice person at the gas station - just like me - is not able to lift the gas bottle out of the tight box in which it is installed. They exchange the complete bottle, so it has to come out. So once again I drive to Wendekreisen and they forcefully get the thing out, but they say that it is basically full and that I shouldn't exchange it. They also tell me that I don't have to wash the camper from the outside and that I only have to hand it over broom-clean inside. So different from Tasmania, where I really had to do a basic cleaning.

Therefore, I'm already at TOP10 Holiday Park Christchurch at 3 p.m., which has a huge, impressive reception hall, many shady spots, and clean, huge kitchens and washrooms. It will be one of the best places for me that I remember, although of course not in a beautiful, wild nature, but in a quiet residential area.

In the kitchen, I quickly heat up a can, wash a polo shirt again, and take a shower. Then I pack my bag - because tomorrow I'm going to Australia and only what I need for the next 9 days has to be on top. I wipe down my camper, read up on my Australia travel guide, and at some point, I sit behind my camper at the table in the milder evening sun and devour 2.5-week-old eggs and an old bun.