First order of business upon being released from the chilly clutches of the USAP back into the non-Antarctic world: walking around outside without the familiar hug of Big Red; smelling smells; feeling humidity--and even some misty rain!--on my skin (which miraculously did not hurt when exposed to the air in Christchurch as it always did when walking outside into the -40 degree temps at Pole); and marveling at things such as stores filled with nothing but cheese:
Then, it was time for some serious decompression. Headed southeast from Christchurch to the unbelievably lovely Banks Peninsula...
...got my first glimpse of some of the 40 million sheep of New Zealand (compare that with the country's 4 million human residents!)...
...and settled into a lovely little rental cottage with a large handful of other Polies for a couple of nights...
...in the adorable French town of Akaroa. So fun to explore town and stroll around...
...and, literally, smell the flowers!
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