We took the long way back to Christchurch, to drop off Mom and Bill, and pick up daddy. Down the northern west coast to Greymouth. It was Xmas Eve, although hard to convince yourself of this, given the balmy summer weather. The only tell-tale sign: not a thing was open. We did have some luck in Greymouth, found a pub, and found out people party pretty hard on Xmas eve, which made driving that much more exciting.
The bar next door had some live entertainment, including an Irish guy and his Mandolin, joined by some guy and his shovel (yep, that's right).
Well, Alexi, being the outgoing type (and no one carding him at the door), started dancing to the music, and earned himself his own private serenade. Couldn't get him to help play the shovel, maybe next time.
Below, a few pics of the "pancake rocks", sedimentary rocks made deep in the ocean that had been pushed to the surface, backdrop: the amazing west coast of NZ.
On our way back to Christchurch (XMas day) over the amazing Arthur's Pass, we had our first chance to meet a Kea. A first, you might think the poor thing had gotten separated from a family, deserted in the high country. But, after meeting upwards of 6 more of these critters, it turns out they like living in the mountains, and tend to frequent places where snacks may be forthcoming. This one turned out not to be too street smart, or maybe he just liked a good game of dodge-car.
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