travelling the seven parts of the world


Feb 19th, 2008

Dunedin is possibly the best looking city in New Zealand (though that doesn't say much in this part of the world). It is very well planned, with the center of the city being a perfect octagon, circled by buildings. It has some of the best architecture we saw in New Zealand, and actually looked like an old European city - most of this is owed to the fact that lots of gold was found in Otago (the region of which Dunedin is capital), which was the mainstay of the country's economy for some time.

Driving from Te Anau to Dunedin involves a long stretch of pretty boring road. One of the towns on the road was called Clinton, and another one was called Gore. So for 42km we actually traveled on what was called "The Presidential Highway". Yay.

Incredibly enough, we found that most hotels in town were booked. After seeking help from an information center (which exist for multitudes of purposes and often are quite big establishments), we got ourselves a $55 cabin which was amazingly good, save for the fact that the bathroom was a nice stroll away.

Maybe it was the fresh air of Dunedin, maybe the fact that the bathroom was so far away that I couldn't be bothered going to it, but at about 2:00 AM I woke up in the cabin, and I had no idea where I was. I thought we were lost up somewhere in some mountains, but I couldn't for the life of me recognize where we were, so I asked:

"Where am I??"
"Huh?" was Liene's response.
"Where am I??"
"You're.... here."
"Yeah, but where am I???"
"You're in New Zealand!"
"DUH, but where??"
"In a cabin, in Dunedin..."
"Oh. Right. Good night then."

And after that we went to sleep, and I was reminded of the occasion for days to come.