{"id":351,"date":"2012-08-10T21:47:07","date_gmt":"2012-08-11T04:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.audreyy.com\/?p=351"},"modified":"2012-08-31T20:44:10","modified_gmt":"2012-09-01T03:44:10","slug":"new-zealand-arthurs-pass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.audreyy.com\/?p=351","title":{"rendered":"New Zealand &#8211; Arthur&#8217;s Pass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This trip started with a long flight to Auckland, followed by a transfer to Christchurch, where we met Sarah (yay!) cruised by some lingering earthquake-crushed city blocks,\u00c2\u00a0had an inexplicably slow brunch, and finally made our way to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.doc.govt.nz\/parks-and-recreation\/national-parks\/arthurs-pass\/\">Arthur&#8217;s Pass<\/a>. Arthur&#8217;s Pass sits conveniently between Christchurch and Franz Josef Glacier. Since we pulled in just at sunset, we had about half an hour to walk around and explore before dinner.<\/p>\n<p>As we parked our car, we saw a weird green parrot on the ground. Someone&#8217;s escaped pet, clearly. Just as clearly, we were New Zealand newbies. As we&#8217;d discover in about five minutes due to ubiquitous signage, we had just met the nation&#8217;s second most famous bird, the wily Kea. Snapper of shoelaces, thief of anything shiny, and destroyer of anything left unattended. The folks at the hostel weren&#8217;t as friendly as the bird was, but I suppose you&#8217;re paying for a bed, not smiles.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 732px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Trio\" src=\"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/-SlAG593UBdk\/T82vpmBBDXI\/AAAAAAAAs_c\/cZuDHMBU-M0\/s732\/NZ-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"732\" height=\"549\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Food time yet?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>So, in the last gray bits of daylight, we wandered down to the train station. There was a train coming through! Exciting. The township is tiny, by the way: .6 square kilometers\/ .2 square miles.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 829px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"Train chugging through Arthur's Pass\" src=\"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/-b-FiFhNKLD0\/T822cJSQ2uI\/AAAAAAAAsio\/Sq0eoql9uZg\/s829\/NZ-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"829\" height=\"549\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Train chugging through Arthur&#8217;s Pass<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.wobblykea.co.nz\/\">The Wobbly Kea<\/a> was still open after 8pm, making it our choice for dinner, versus the adjacent Arthur&#8217;s Pass Store &amp; Cafe. The Wobbly Kea is known for pizza. Foursquare says they&#8217;re known for pizza. Sarah heard from someone that their pizza is &#8220;soooo good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Right.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve had better pizza. I&#8217;m trying hard to think of worse pizza.<\/p>\n<p>Once I was served poorly microwaved pizza at the Grand Canyon. Northern Rim. In second grade. Still remember being confused by the icy-crunchy cheese. Anyhow, The Wobbly Kea has quite a quirky cozy ambience, which perhaps contributed to higher pizza-expectations. And really, it was fully cooked and piping hot, and who am I to expect more on a desolate mountain township with a population of 50? (A snobby California foodie, that&#8217;s who. Call it like it is.)<\/p>\n<p>Made some calls to figure out the next day&#8217;s heli-hike, and lights out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This trip started with a long flight to Auckland, followed by a transfer to Christchurch, where we met Sarah (yay!) cruised by some lingering earthquake-crushed city blocks,\u00c2\u00a0had an inexplicably slow brunch, and finally made our way to Arthur&#8217;s Pass. Arthur&#8217;s Pass sits conveniently between Christchurch and Franz Josef Glacier. 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