The sun is blinding and fog fills the valleys as I drive east on Highway 2 on a circle route back to The City Of Sails.
Initially missing my planned turn of, I make a 180 and stop at a local convenience store to seek directions. A customer is more than obliged to help me.
He's headed in the same general direction and instructs me to follow him until … “In about 15 kilometers, I'll wave you on”.
If you think the world's lost it's niceness, a lot of it can still be found here on a cold morning even if it comes in the form of shorts and water boots.
Pressed for time, I make fewer stops than I would like to although one stop gives me a trip down memory lane. At a local mom and pop store I have a single scoop (actually two huge half scoops) of rum raisin ice cream cone the old fashion way. No machines involved this is the real deal.
Eventually Highway 2 returns to M1 and I am soon approaching city limits. Leaving my rental car behind 1148km later I walked towards Queen Street where I will board the Airport Bus to catch a Air New Zealand flight to Christchurch.