Monday, June 27, 2005
Chch
Soundtrack: “Batman Begins OST” by dint of watching the film. I keep all my cinema ticket stubs to remind myself that I go far too much, but then I think, ooh, must go more, must get more. How do half the things I do work out so conversely?
Thursday 16th June. I had been going to have a walk around Queenstown that morning, but in the end, I just could not be arsed. I got on the coach as the sun was rising over the Remarkables, and again, they looked fantastic. Going to Queenstown was definitely worth it.
The journey once again took in some wonderful wonderful scenery. The water in the lakes and rivers is so very blue. The hills and vegetation and willow trees on the river banks were covered in hoar frost for the first part of the journey, and the landscape looked simply magical. Lots of the scenery was a lot like either Scotland or Germany as well. Coming into Christchurch, I watched my final sunset over the grandiose peaks of the Southern Alps, which will be a sight that I’ll keep in my pockets with me.
On arriving in Chch, I checked into my backpackers with Fiona, a girl I met on the coach. She said that she wanted to go and see “Batman Begins” as it was opening night, so we went to check out the times. Lo and behold, there was a showing right there and then. It was a good film, but by no means excellent. I was also slightly worried at the start, because we know from “Elektra” that comicbook superheroes with ninja training do not necessarily make good movies. However, I did enjoy myself, though Christian Bale, the hot version of Michael Vaughan, was a strong contributing factor. When the film was over, we ended up in an Irish pub which had Irish dancers, followed by a generic pub band with receding hairlines. But anyway, this begs the question: am I a magnet to Irish people, or are Irish people a magnet to me? Ho-hum.
Thursday 16th June. I had been going to have a walk around Queenstown that morning, but in the end, I just could not be arsed. I got on the coach as the sun was rising over the Remarkables, and again, they looked fantastic. Going to Queenstown was definitely worth it.
The journey once again took in some wonderful wonderful scenery. The water in the lakes and rivers is so very blue. The hills and vegetation and willow trees on the river banks were covered in hoar frost for the first part of the journey, and the landscape looked simply magical. Lots of the scenery was a lot like either Scotland or Germany as well. Coming into Christchurch, I watched my final sunset over the grandiose peaks of the Southern Alps, which will be a sight that I’ll keep in my pockets with me.
On arriving in Chch, I checked into my backpackers with Fiona, a girl I met on the coach. She said that she wanted to go and see “Batman Begins” as it was opening night, so we went to check out the times. Lo and behold, there was a showing right there and then. It was a good film, but by no means excellent. I was also slightly worried at the start, because we know from “Elektra” that comicbook superheroes with ninja training do not necessarily make good movies. However, I did enjoy myself, though Christian Bale, the hot version of Michael Vaughan, was a strong contributing factor. When the film was over, we ended up in an Irish pub which had Irish dancers, followed by a generic pub band with receding hairlines. But anyway, this begs the question: am I a magnet to Irish people, or are Irish people a magnet to me? Ho-hum.
