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Christchurch: I – the city centre

Thursday 5 March 2026 – Guess what? The drive down to Christchurch from Kaikoura is quite scenic.

It’s reassuring to note that they take some precautions against falling boulders in places,

but then we were heading into a place with quite a record of geological instability.

We arrived in Christchurch in good time check in to our hotel, the very well-organised George. Whilst Jane settled in to our room, I went to hand back our hire car; the nice manager at Budget was good enough to waive the charge for the extra day we incurred through the mix-up back in Auckland. On the way back I got some milk in for the inevitable cups of Twinings finest Earl Grey and also discovered a significant characteristic of Christchurch – the street art,

which is sprinkled liberally throughout the city, quite often on walls surrounding car parks. There are a lot of car parks on the open spaces throughout Christchurch that arise courtesy, one suspects, of the massive earthquakes that devastated the city in September 2010 and, more tragically, in February 2011, more of which later. I also passed the Victoria Jubilee Clock

built in celebration of Queen Victoria’s jubilee in 1897 (and rebuilt in 1930, presumably after an earthquake in 1929). I also noted that they have problems with the English language here similar to the ones we have in England.

The hotel room carried a reminder of the earthquake, too.

Anyway, we had some time to ourselves, both during this afternoon and tomorrow morning. So we went for walks. Obviously. These are photographs from our peregrinations, not necessarily in the order in which we saw things.

Street Art

We took a lot of photos of the street art, because there’s a lot of street art. There are some huge installations across the city centre

and many, many smaller examples.

It seems that any space is game for being covered.

Other Art

As well as the murals, there are plenty of other installations around the city,  both old and new.

Architecture

Obviously, since much of the city was destroyed in 2010 and 2011, there are many, many new buildings. Accommodation has sprung up all over the city with an agenda to attract people back to living there.

One famous post-earthquake construction, a container mall (similar in concept to the Tin Town that sprang up after the Napier earthquake), has since been demolished, and replaced with a very modern shopping centre

and the city’s restored tramline runs a tourist hop-on, hop-off service through it and round the other sights of the central area.

The city itself feels a little….odd. I suppose the lack of skyscrapers (there’s unsurprisingly a moratorium on tall buildings except under exceptional circumstances) and the ubiquity of modern constructions have a bearing on this. It’s a very pleasant city to walk around in. Parts of it have been restored to their previous glory, like New Regent Street,

along which the tram runs.

There’s been plenty of construction of new buildings, of course. The river Avon runs through the city, giving it a pleasant, green, focus

(the statue in the river there is, yes, an Anthony Gormley).

This greenness is not normal, by the way. Apparently, by this time of the year, all of the green spaces have usually been burnt brown; but it’s been such a wet summer that the grass is still green. As we walked around, the weather was delightful – 25°C and sunshine – so Christchurch folk’s bad luck was our good fortune.

Some modern buildings are just Deloitteful

but all the time the spectre of such a recent upheaval (literal and figurative) hangs over the city.

There are also several handsome old buildings which were damaged in the earthquake and which haven’t been restored (yet, one hopes),

including this teacher training college, which is a very striking building.

There is a museum, Quake City, dedicated to the earthquake, which is a very intense education about the impact it had. One thing I hadn’t appreciated was the constant barrage of quakes that has hit the city since its inception. Since 1844 there have been over 20 earthquakes in the area – they’re almost routine. What marks the 2010/2011 earthquakes out is the timing: September 2010 was a larger upheaval (7.1), but it happened in the middle of the night when the city was quiet. The one that followed, in February 2011, was “only” 6.1 but it was in the middle of the day, many of the buildings were weakened from September and so foundered, and many lives were lost in the collapsing buildings. The devastation was huge and widespread, as shown in photographs in Quake City.

Some buildings survived,

Was a Church, is now a microbrewery!

and, particularly, wooden ones tended to be able to withstand the shaking.

But, of course, many didn’t, notably the cathedral and the basilica.

Political wrangling has put a stop to restoration work of this cathedral, which seems an outrage until one considers that there’s not enough taxpayer money to go around and there are many more important calls on what money there is than, frankly, restoring churches. In that context, it’s a bit strange to note that there was money to build a brand new sports stadium

(seating capacity 30,000 but without its own car parking) but not to construct a mass transit rail system which would go a long way to relieve the city’s chronic rush hour traffic gridlock. There’s clearly been a lot of building, many examples of which could possibly have been funded entirely from the private sector.

An example, though, of what can be done is shown by the Cardboard Cathedral, formally called the Transitional Cathedral of the city, which is a truly remarkable (a) building and (b) piece of thinking.

There really is a huge amount of cardboard in its construction.

In a move that should surprise no-one, the building regs were changed somewhat after the earthquake, and ever since, all buildings have to have a minimum 50 years of expected life; the cardboard cathedral is expected to last well over a century. We learned this from a conversation with a lovely chap called Richard Parker, a volunteer at the cathedral and also a man involved with the city’s building programmes.

The Cardboard Cathedral is quite an inspiring construction, both for what it represents – rebuilding after a major setback – and how it’s done – with vision and imagination. Our visit to it and to Quake City were probably the most significant segments of our wanderings around in this very pleasant city; and we weren’t quite done. We had our fourth and final meeting with old friends, and were able to explore a few other aspects of the place. I’ll detail them in the next entry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gannets – The End Of Napier Show

Tuesday 24 February 2026 – The activity scheduled for us on our itinerary today was an opportunity to go and see a gannet colony at a headland south of Napier intriguingly called Cape Kidnappers; the expedition was called a “Gannet Safari”, which seemed to be over-egging it somewhat. The idea, it seemed, is that we would be picked up, bussed out to see some gannets and then bussed back again; I wasn’t quite sure where the safari bit fitted in, somehow. Anyway, it was an opportunity to get the Big Lens out, for the first time this trip. I was glad to do so, having lugged the damn’ thing around for over two weeks already.

There had been some confusion about where we should be and when in order to be picked up – was it really necessary to get to the pick-up point in downtown Napier 45 minutes before the appointed time? The answer turned out to be no, and in any case the redoubtable Esther had contacted the Gannet Safari organisation and told them to pull their finger out got them to agree to pick us up at our accommodation. Accordingly, a pick-up bus turned up outside our front door and we hopped on. I had expected it to go via the downtown pick-up point, but actually it just turned round and headed directly out of town. The driver, a very affable chap called Pete, took us to the HQ of Gannet Central

where the safari message was clearly reinforced, and we eventually joined a group who got on a bus

driven by Pete, which was the transport to where the gannets were. As we went, Pete explained how the day would work, and also pointed out a few sights as we went past them. It would apparently be a three-hour excursion, and I was wondering how on earth one could make gannets, lovely things as they undoubtedly are, interesting for three whole hours.

After a short drive on normal roads, the safari element of the excursion was borne in on us; Pete turned off on to a very rough track, signposted “Cape Kidnappers”, which led on to private land, a whole estate with a farm, a golf course and luxury lodges. This is surrounded by a predator-proof fence and is also a nature reserve with a number of indigenous species thriving – including kiwis.

We passed some feral goats

and some great scenery

before Pete stopped at a cliff edge to brief us further.

He told us a story about a rockfall which had happened on the cliffs behind him

and explained that we would have about 45 minutes to view the gannets once we reached the colony. As we carried on, he gave us some information about the gannets, their reproduction cycle and migration. We would be seeing Australasian Gannets, adults and juveniles alike. The adults were able to fly, however the juveniles at this stage could not, but could be seen flapping their wings as part of getting in shape for when they were able to fly. At which point they would migrate some considerable distance – maybe as far as Australia. In order to do this, each juvenile, having been born weighing about 60g, would have to be fed a huge amount of fish by its parents in order for it to develop to a weight of about 3kg; it would end up weighing more than its parents because it needed the extra bulk to sustain it on its long migration while learning to feed effectively.

The track to get out to the colony was very rough and up-and-down and it became clear that the bus was quite a robust piece of kit, having four-wheel drive and a low ratio gear box to be able to cope with conditions. There was, incidentally, a second Gannet Safari bus tagging along as part of this trip – probably a couple of dozen guests in total.

This stopping point was an opportunity to appreciate more great scenery

the peace and quiet of which was disturbed by some very considerable mooing of cattle in the distance. I wanted to capture this on video

but couldn’t do so because there was too much chatting going on between the people in the group. I suffer for my art, you know.

The track led us down to where the cattle were

and we carried on to where we would be able to watch the gannets. Cape Kidnappers was named by Captain Cook, after an incident in which local Māoris had kidnapped a Tahitian boy crew member, thinking that they were liberating a Māori prisoner taken by Cook’s crew. The lad escaped OK and made it back to Endeavour, and the headland was thus christened.

Overall, it was quite a journey to get to the birds, which explained why three hours were set aside for 45 minutes of gannet watching. I wasn’t sure what to expect: would we be on shore watching them diving? Would they be visible only in the distance?

As it turned out, no.

We could get very close to them and they completely ignored us (indeed, we had to duck as they flew by on occasions). There were lots and lots and lots of them;

probably around 5,000 – and that was just this colony; there were three others in the vicinity, too,


but ours was the accessible one.

There were adults

and juveniles.

The adults bond, by and large, for life, and normally produce one egg per year in spring, giving the chick time to develop enough in order to take on the migration as autumn comes. Some adults, though, had laid a second egg. We saw one which was incubating an egg

though it didn’t oblige us by giving us a decent chance to take a photo of it. We also saw a recently-hatched chick,

This one, sadly, would not have time to fledge before it was time for their parents to leave, and so would almost certainly die. With that, and the uncertainties of the challenging migration, Pete said that only about 25 or 30% of chicks reached maturity.

One human-caused survival challenge for the birds had been substantially dealt with – predators such as cats, stoats and weasels. There were many traps set about the place and, in this private landscape, the problem had largely been solved.

We saw some examples of courting behaviour and feeding of juveniles, and these are included in this short video that I was able to produced from our visit.

After this absorbing morning, Pete drove us back to our accommodation and we were able to relax for an hour or two. Then we popped along the prom to take a look at the outside of the National Aquarium, which was just a short walk away. Pete had been somewhat dismissive of the exhibits inside, and anyway Jane was really only interested in the mural which adorns it and, indeed, surrounds practically the whole building. Here are a couple of photos of part of it, to give you an idea.

When we returned to our accommodation, we went and sat in the back yard in the hope that we could meet other guests there and, OK officer I’ll come quietly, have a drink or two. Two new arrivals were already there and over the next hour or so all the other guests came out and we had a pleasant chat with them – six Americans and two Swiss – with Esther and Tom making sure that we had snacks and refreshment.

For our dinner, we’d booked a restaurant recommended by Esther, the Central Fire Station. This was located, intuitively enough, in the old central fire station building which we’d seen on our walking tour yesterday; and a very good recommendation it turned out to be. It was conveniently about a 15-minute walk away, so we were able to walk dinner off as we headed back to 415. On the way, Jane spotted some street art

(again, nice decoration for public toilets), and, in investigating that, we saw other examples around, mainly, we thought, left over from the “Sea Walls” festivals which ran in Napier in 2016 and 2017. So, of course, we had to take some photos of these other murals.

And so has ended our time in Napier. We have to leave tomorrow, and head towards Wellington. In a way, we’re rather sad; we’ve thoroughly enjoyed our time at 415 Marine Parade, which is a very comfortable, well-run and amiable place to stay. But leave we must. En route tomorrow, we call in to visit someone I haven’t seen for over 20 years. I wonder how that will go?

Auckland – Ambling, Art and Architecture

Wednesday 11 February 2026 – The internet is a great and good thing and even social media has its good side, despite what The Mainstream Media would have one believe. Having said in public (i.e. this blog and Facebook) that I wasn’t sure what we’d get up to today – our last day in Auckland – given that the city, whilst a pleasant place, hasn’t got a huge list of must-see items, I was deluged with suggestions. Well, a couple of friends piped up, anyway. Waiheke Island was one of the suggestions, and indeed we had considered this. It’s well known as a wine destination, and a decade ago, the words “ferret” and “trouser leg” would have sprung to mind. However, neither Jane nor I drink wine these days, so that isn’t a particular draw any more. There are all sorts of other exciting things to do there, like ziplining, but somehow these weren’t much of a draw either.  Another suggestion was the Tiritiri Matangi Island Nature Reserve, which had actually been on our original idea list until Jane spoke to them and they pointed out that it would be overrun with a conference and school trips today. We also had a recommendation for the Antarctic Adventure at Kelly Tarlton’s, but we’ve actually been to Antarctica, so weren’t sure how much we’d enjoy that. And among all this cogitation, Jane had discovered that there’s an area to the south of the city, based around Karangahape Road, which features street art, something we’re both interested in seeing.  So, that was what we decided we’d do.

However, despite eye-rolling from Jane, I insisted on adding another destination to our ambling around, because I’d been cleaning my teeth with a handraulic toothbrush for the last two days and really wasn’t happy about that, so wanted to find yet another store that might stock what I wanted. Pathetic, I know, but I really thought that finding a Sonicare toothbrush head for sale in a major city shouldn’t be a problem. It turns out that it is. Rather like my brother in search of a mobile phone SIM on one of his travels, I have been mildly obsessed with trying various establishments that might stock such a thing. Without success, as it turns out. So, reluctantly, after today’s abortive excursion to Warehouse Central, I capitulated to fate and bought a cheapo battery toothbrush that I hope will do a satisfactory job. En route there and back, we passed the former Auckland Civic Administration Building

which has now been developed into apartments, but which still has on its side the rather handsome Auckland coat of arms*

featuring Kiwis Rampant.

Our shopping done, we could head to Karangahape Road and start fossicking about looking for the various bits of street art on display.  Our route took us through Myers park, a pleasant and quiet green space

which has an attractive play area for the kiddies

and a statue of Moses for the grown-ups.

As we approached the exit of the park we came across the first piece of street art.

and soon emerged into an area where a lot of work had been done with a lot of spray cans.

The passageway shown in the last photo above was extravagantly decorated all the way up the steps

and led to an arcade, called St. Kevin’s Arcade. No, really. It even has it own website. It’s a colourful space

and debouches on to Karangahape Road, which, it quickly becomes clear, is a very hippy area.

We pottered up the road a bit and looked into the Symonds Street Cemetery, because Jane has a bit of a thing for cemeteries. It’s a substantial one, with, as one might hope, an air of calm about it.

The cemetery is split into various areas

with the Jewish section being the nearest to Karangahape Road.

There’s an installation in the nearby Pigeon Park

which is called Karangahape Rocks; I suppose you’d expect that a hippy area rocks, wouldn’t you?

We kept going for a bit, crossing over the motorway via a bridge so that we could see one picture that takes up the side of a building

and probably looked a lot more impressive before the trees grew up to obscure it. And then we were off on the trail along Karangahape Road and some side streets in search of various bits of art. We found quite a lot of it. And we also noticed some really rather attractive architecture as well. Auckland is a relatively junior city, having been founded only in 1840, and there have been waves of architectural styles sweeping across it in the last 20 years; many of them can be seen in this area.

So here are a couple of galleries, one of the art we saw and the other of the architecture, colonial, deco and modern, that is sprinkled around the place.

First, the art:

Then, the architecture.

Pretty much the final thing we saw was an advertisement as well as a piece of street art. The advertisement was for AT – Auckland Transport, and was a long mural.

As you can see, the mural is of a train, with a variety of fanciful passengers shown in the windows, with doors periodically along it. What marked it out was that two of the doors occasionally (and prompted by what, I don’t know) actually opened!

So, well done to AT for exploiting the zeitgeist of the area with imagination and humour.

It was a happy couple of hours wandering around seeking out and photographing these scenes. As well as the visual impact, we also, of course, experienced an area of the city that is radically different from the somewhat effete downtown and waterfront areas. The Karangahape Road is more scruffy, more raffish and more colourful, and it was very interesting to have walked around it. It was quite a ramble!

 

We relaxed for a short while back at our hotel before heading once more towards the waterfront in search of sustenance.  We found it in the shape of Dr. Rudi’s Rooftop Brewing Co. Booking was not possible but we managed to find a shady space on the terrace and we were allowed an hour there before a private function took over the space. Dr. Rudi’s offers a modern dining experience – QR codes to view menus, order and pay. The website was split into various sections: food, wine, cocktails, etc. And the cocktails section was, one might say, Rudi mentary – it had the glaring omission of a simple G&T. How modern is that, eh?  Jane was able to order her Hugo Spritz OK, but I had to go to the bar to ask for my arcane and, I might add, expensive specialty drink to be prepared, which took a while.  The food was good and tasty, but I can report that they have an odd idea of what shape a pizza should be and also of what actually constitutes chorizo. Nonetheless, we were well fed up and were able to exit gracefully just as they were about to clear the area, and tottered back to the hotel to begin our preparations to depart on the morrow.

Auckland has been a splendid introduction, to the country and to being back on the road. We’ve had a couple of days to work our way into the feel of the place and to get over our jet lag. Tomorrow, we pick up a hire car and head off into the wilds of the Coromandel Peninsula. Stay tuned to find out how that all went, won’t you?

* Auckland’s coat of arms was adopted in 1911. Its arms consist of a cornucopia (‘horn of plenty’), reflecting the wealth of the land; a pick and shovel, symbols of mining in the region; and a sailing ship, showing the city’s close relationship with the sea. The closed visor in the crest represents Auckland City’s status as a corporation and the flowering plant is native flax. The supporters are kiwis (the national bird), and the motto is ‘Advance’.  https://teara.govt.nz/en