Three in the morning awakening

Here it is three in the morning, and the usual wake up.  Hope Kadizzle can fall back asleep.  Spent some more time walking around Christchurch.  Had a great sandwich at the market.  Will have to go there and get a morning treat of some baked good.  The retailing is insane here.  Shopping is like wandering through a maze of brand new shops. Judging from what they sell people must have some cash and fashion must be a big deal.  Wrote to Megan and told her Anthropology could do well here.  Women's fluflule fluffle seems to be the rage. So many stores selling women's war paint, clothes, and even the men must be very fashionable.  One thing that caught the eye a couple times was men dressed in very nice staid British clothing riding the little scooters that now dominate every big city.  Seeing guys that look like British Butlers very dignified riding a green Lime scooter just seems like such a contradiction.

It is amazing to see an entire brand new downtown.  Perhaps some American cities could be bombed and started over.  The earthquake here was turned into some very nice real estate.  This time around it looks like the New Zealanders are ready for the next earth quake which will surely come.  If you look at the buildings you can see they are designed to take a shaking.  All over New Zealand you see signs preparing for a big emergency.  Gathering points are posted.  Along the coast they are ready for a tsunami.  In Karikari Kadizzle was walking in the forest and heard a warning siren.  At first he thought it might be the big one, but the shortness must have meant it was just a test. 

Hope the weather is better today. Winky sent me an article from the NYT on the very trip I will take today.  It is very scenic.   Did a lot of searching for a place to stay.  You never know what you get with these airbnb deals.  Some are a little sketchy and there is some puffery.  The bell hop showed me something maybe most people know.  Kadizzle boiled a half dozen eggs and put them back in the carton.  Though he had a system for knowing which were cooked, and an which were not.  The bell hop could tell by spinning the eggs which ones were boiled.  It worked.

Now it is time to sleep for a couple more hours, hope it works.