Queenstown to Christchurch

On Monday November 10th the Salvation Army arrived at our cabin to clear out the rest of the remaining furniture and other good stuff.  Once the cabin was completely empty and my bag was packed I headed out to the highway and managed to find a ride to Cromwell which is about an hour and a bit north of Queenstown.  He was on his way to the hospital near Cromwell to get a DNA test.  Apparently he may have become a father for the fourth time.  After he dropped me off I soon found a ride with a South African guy who took me all the way to Christchurch.  There was tones of cool scenery along the way so we stopped to take many pictures.  We also stopped for some fish and chips at a little town somewhere along the way too which were pretty good.  

Once we arrived in Christchurch he took me to a hostel called Charlie B's where he had stayed recently and said it was pretty good.  We didn't get there until around eight at night so and I was exhausted so I just went for a little walk around town, nearly got lost, then went back to my room and passed out by around eleven at night.  Christchurch was full of gardens and interesting walkways but at the end of the day it was just a city and there are much better things to see in New Zealand at least in my opinion.  

The next day when I was checking out I saw that they had cars for rent at a reasonably cheap price.  I thought this would be a much easier way to travel so I decided to pick one up.  With my new found freedom I began to head North.