It's French! It's in the belly of a volcano! It's Akaroa! We'd been wanting to visit since our first trip to Christchurch, so we couldn't resist when a new friend suggested a little road trip on our first weekend back. It's only an hour and twenty minutes by car, so by Vermonter standards, basically nothing. I don't need to tell you it's adorable because you have eyes. Look! Look how cute it is! |
It's full of little shops aimed at the tourist set, where you can buy things like fudge, or doilies, or commemorative magnets. One of them boasted Akaroa passport stamps, which I assumed was a gimmick to get people into the store, but which they actually charge for as a service. They don't tell you that until after they've stamped your passport, which I was annoyed by, but c'est la vie. I have a penguin in my passport now. |