Saturday, April 10, 2010


Victor fell in love with Lyttleton. (I thought that, like me, he had loved Hokitika...but industry and railways won out).

Lyttleton is a port town southeast of Christchurch. It was the setting-out point for early Antarctic expeditions. Our guidebook called it a fishing village, but one glance disproved that idea.

We had lunch at a little cafe along the water. About the roast lamb, I will say only that it was too old in many, many ways; but the variety of potato (traditional, yellow, and sweet)--roasted in fat, so crispy on the outside--and the sticky date pudding were to die for.

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