Otago Peninsula

I zig-zagged my way down the South Island from Nelson to Dunedin in a day and a half. That's a lot of sitting still and daydreaming. So I dumped my stuff at the hostel and headed straight out to the Otago Peninsula.

Breathtaking.

I decided that I'd rent a bike the following day and cycle my way around the Peninsula with my camera, in my own time. That didn't happen. The weather turned overnight and the next day it just pissed down all day long. So I explored Dunedin instead, ate carrot cake and bought myself a Comme des Garçons pouch*.

*In my defence, after over 3 weeks of bouncing around NZ wearing the same old jeans and trainers, I felt like I was turning into a smelly scruffy backpacker and, well, old habits die hard. And when it comes to shopping, NZ is rather limited (I'm being kind). Unless them merino wool outdoorsy gear stuffs are your thing.

And I couldn't locate any All-Blacks available for purchase, unfortunately - that would have done nicely too (all I got was a crummy T-shirt).

But I digress. Back to the point: Otago is a must.