Haven’t posted in a while. Not exactly the trip we planned.
We booked an 18-day South Island NZ tour a year ago. Small ship, helicopters, fixed wing flights, kayaking into places few people ever see. Left home on a Sunday. Four flights. Over 40 hours door to door. Landed in Christchurch… and Marybeth tested positive for COVID.
With eight couples heading into tight quarters the next morning, we had no choice but to cancel. Six hours in NZ urgent care for documentation, optimistically hoping insurance might care. Then pivoted to convalescence mode.
We escaped to Akaroa. No rental cars available anywhere in Christchurch. None. Hotels and house rentals essentially sold out in peak season. Pure luck — someone canceled an apartment in Akaroa right as I was refreshing listings. We had to pay for a ride there because there were literally no cars to rent in the entire city.
Several days later, when she was finally well enough to go out to dinner, we had a terrific meal at Caldera Winery above Akaroa. Stunning setting. I ordered a flight of their whites, all very nice and well made.
That’s the winery and restaurant in the background of this photo
And then I couldn’t resist a 2015 Cristal at a very reasonable restaurant price.
First experience with the 2015. I’ve generally found young Cristal to lean heavily into lemon citrus, but this bottle was much more pear-driven. The fruit felt rounder and more open than I expected. I didn’t notice the vegetal or green notes I’ve encountered in some 2015 Champagnes. I haven’t cellared any 2015 Cristal and probably won’t unless I stumble across a deal, but this was impressive.
I’m about a week behind on posting. After the initial pivot, the lodging challenges continued. Everywhere we thought we might go was essentially sold out. We’re piecing it together and somehow managing to salvage a memorable trip.
We eventually returned to Christchurch when a rental car finally became available. One. A subcompact. They charged me $4k for ten days. Ouch. We had a pre-arranged Uber to get us there, but they cancelled at the last minute, and no other drivers would accept the 90 minute drive. We managed to find a transport company with a driver willing to come and get us (for another small fortune).
Not the trip we envisioned, but we’re rolling with the punches, even when they kept on coming. We can take a licking and keep on ticking. Or as I prefer to say, take a bucking…
(and keep on “trucking”…I know where your dirty minds were going!)
Some of the accommodations have been… beyond rustic. “Glamping” would be a generous description.
More to come.


































