Lost in Christchurch

Deciding to walk to the train station, so that we could suss out the terrain for our early morning bike ride tomorrow, we started our adventure by getting lost! Yes, armed with a map, a phone and even crossing railway lines, we managed to take the wrong roads but at least did not get run over by the peak hour traffic. Eventually, an hour and a half later we managed to locate the station behind Bunnings. It is the only station in Christchurch and has no road signs to denote its whereabouts. Luckily it only rained a little bit and was not totally bitterly cold. We caught a taxi (there was one lonely taxi, I think he was following us) back to our hotel, as Ray's knee was remonstrating. Our cabbie gave us a potted history of the rail industry in NZ, so it turned out that only one train ventures out of the city, due to privatisation, earthquakes and politics. Hence, no one was at the station as the train (the one we have booked for tomorrow) departs just once per day. 

We now have our bikes safely locked up in the hotel car park, just waiting for the big adventure. If we survive the peak hour traffic, we should be on our way to Greymouth before breakfast. Let the fun begin.....