We started the day off by awaking from our coma’s caused most likely from a tough day of travelling across the world. Jordan and I ventured around Christchurch touring the Cathedral, seeing local historical landmarks, stopping to converse with some guy that told me I had a nice butt who said he was a male prostitute, and grabbed some breakfast from a local bakery.
After grabbing a bite to eat we tried to check out the local derby to watch a few horse races but went to the wrong track. After a little detective work we found the real track. It was interesting what a social event the races were. We walked in right as one race was starting and cruised around while we waited for the next to start. It was pretty fun and something I think we would of enjoyed a little more with a group of friends to share the fun of dressing up and hanging out with.
From the races we left for Timaru where we were planning to attend the Rose Festival. Once we got in to Timaru we stopped and watched some younger kids playing a game of cricket. We could gather the basics but had a hard time really understanding the draw of cricket. At this point we realized we had no idea where the festival was supposed to be held. We drove around for a bit and then stopped to ask someone where the festival was being held. We were told that the festival wasn’t going to start until next week so we were a little bummed to say the least. So we headed out of town to the beautiful town of Omarama which most visitors of New Zealand miss while blinking.
We tried watching the finals for the World Cup Betball Championships but only made it through the first half before we both passed out from fatigue.
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