Back at Christchurch the last night in New Zealand, a friend and I decided to go on a sunrise hot air balloon ride. I wrote in my journal, “The day was slightly overcast so the scenery wasn’t as breathtaking as I’m sure it could’ve been. However, it was still nice to see the Pacific on one side, the mountains on the other…and cow fields filled with poop below us.” I also wrote that I found the pilot extremely rude. I have no memory now of what that man did or said, but I do remember that I found Australians to be warmer than Kiwis.
Regardless, I ended the trip with a few hot air balloon photos and a Maori cultural performance that wasn’t as contrived as the one I had seen in Cairns.
No regrets, New Zealand. No regrets.