I was booted out of Australia in order to comply with a tourist visa. I took the cheapest flight outta here, and ended up in Christchurch, New Zealand. I was worried that there would be no church, and have the name just be a big bummer....but there were plenty churches, and big chess in the square. I headed to a bunch of mountains a few hours to the north, originally lured by the possibility of bungee jumping and nutty jet boats...both were a bit lame and too expensive...so I just started walking around in the moutains and spent the better part of two days there....the top was the most wind I ever felt while standing still...I literally had to hold onto a big rock to keep my footing. On the way back into town, there is a cliff, aptly named "Frog Rock".