Christchurch, here we come!
I've finally started to get moving on my bookings for Christchurch.
Discoverylover has performed marvels of management, arranging a party to make a road trip from Wellington to Christchurch, getting us there with a day or two to spare to partake in the pre-convention activities.
Easter Sunday. I fly in.
Monday. Discoverylover guides me around Te Papa, which is one of the world's great museums.
Tuesday. Party assembles and takes the ferry to Picton, where I've booked a couple of cars. We drive down to Hanmer Springs and dive into the hot tubs, relaxing with chilled champagne.
Wednesday. We drive back up the coast to Kaikoura, take the whale-watching tour, sperm whales etc, then drive down to Christchurch arriving on dusk.
Thursday. There's the Tranz-Alpine train journey across to the West Coast, one of the world's great train rides.
Friday. I'll probably be a taxi for the day, collecting arrivals from the airport. Meet'n'greet in the evening.
Saturday. Full-on conventioneering.
Sunday. Say goodbye.
Monday. Maybe I'll stay on for an extra day. There's always a winding-down meal on the Sunday, and on Monday a leisurely trip back instead of rushing to the airport on Sunday arvo.
Kerri's not coming this time. I think she finds the enthusiasm of BookCrossers en masse a bit too much to deal with for several days at a time.
But I can't think of a better place and a better bunch.
Discoverylover has performed marvels of management, arranging a party to make a road trip from Wellington to Christchurch, getting us there with a day or two to spare to partake in the pre-convention activities.
Easter Sunday. I fly in.
Monday. Discoverylover guides me around Te Papa, which is one of the world's great museums.
Tuesday. Party assembles and takes the ferry to Picton, where I've booked a couple of cars. We drive down to Hanmer Springs and dive into the hot tubs, relaxing with chilled champagne.
Wednesday. We drive back up the coast to Kaikoura, take the whale-watching tour, sperm whales etc, then drive down to Christchurch arriving on dusk.
Thursday. There's the Tranz-Alpine train journey across to the West Coast, one of the world's great train rides.
Friday. I'll probably be a taxi for the day, collecting arrivals from the airport. Meet'n'greet in the evening.
Saturday. Full-on conventioneering.
Sunday. Say goodbye.
Monday. Maybe I'll stay on for an extra day. There's always a winding-down meal on the Sunday, and on Monday a leisurely trip back instead of rushing to the airport on Sunday arvo.
Kerri's not coming this time. I think she finds the enthusiasm of BookCrossers en masse a bit too much to deal with for several days at a time.
But I can't think of a better place and a better bunch.