Akaroa

Last weekend we went to Akaroa, which has the distinguishing characteristic of being NZ's only French settlement. The street names are in French, and you can buy croissants, but that seems to be the main legacy of french colonisation. It is ~80k from Christchurch, along a windy and hilly road...poor Rowan was green around the gills on the way there, so we gave him Gravol and he slept the whole way home. The town seems to mainly consist of cafes, galleries, jade shops, and backpacker hostels. Still, it was nice to get out and see it - the harbour is much more protected than Littleton or New Brighton, so it will be a great place to swim in the summer (or winter if you are like Aya...). So, here are photos of Akaroa, the collection Aya made at the beach, a very wet Aya "swimming", and Trent and Rowan. Rowan is very into matching Trent these days, and is tickled pink if he can wear the same colour shirt and pants (which is easy since Trent likes a very child-like colour palette).