Today has been a pretty uneventful New Zealand road trip.
We stayed in a small town called Timaru for one night before continuing the trip to Queenstown.
My first impression of Timaru was that it was empty. It appeared dead. Sans any activity. Even at 4 PM.
We finally found a watering hole at the corner of the town, where we sat down for a glass of beer, two bottles of cider and a cheese platter. It all turned out to be pretty meh.
We walked to a gaudily designed Chinese restaurant nearby called Golden Palace for dinner, where we paid a bomb for an even more disappointing meal.
At times like these, I told myself that I ought to learn to eat sandwiches and make peace with them.
Or move to Japan and eat all the onigiris I love so much, which I can get anywhere in that country.
We are staying in the 142yo Grosvenor Hotel. Inside it has a weird painting of a man hanging by the window to escape from his mistress’s husband, who caught them in the act.
I booked this hotel solely based on their breakfast pancake stacks which we will eat tomorrow.
I finished Liane Moriarty’s latest book: Truly Madly Guilty. I also tried Blood Orange Ecaluptus tea and Chocolate Fingers for the first time today. Both are New Zealand delicacies.
Oh well, today wasn’t that uneventful, I guess.
Follow me on Instagram @KultureKween for more recent updates.
[…] a 3-hour drive from Melbourne, going around almost four empty towns that reminded me of Timaru in New Zealand, and after a short pit stop for double patty burgers in the summer heat peak, we […]
[…] a 3-hour drive from Melbourne, going around almost four empty towns that reminded me of Timaru in New Zealand and after a short pit stop for double patty burgers in the summer heat peak, we […]