Markets, mountains and moping.
Three words that sum up my first few days in New Zealand; my adventures in solitude. Named as such because A: The New Pornographers became an integral part to my NZ road trip soundtrack (being among the few thoughtfully downloaded to my phone beforehand, anticipating a lack of wifi) and B: because I was, well, adventuring in self-inflicted solitude.
(Also explains the moping)
I arrived in Christchurch at 5:30am after a couple of flights, very little sleep, and with two ears that refused to pop. Every interaction with my fellow human beings was a mix of blank stares…