This is Invercargill. I had to stop here before my departure to Stewart Island. The city was a pretty awful place, especially in comparison to everything I had seen before. The people were strange, almost Zombie- like, and the air made me feel sickly. I took myself to the movies that night. I sat in the theatre (I was the ONLY one sitting in the theatre) with my choc-top and popcorn and watched 'Midnight and Paris.' It was horribly depressing to exit Paris and walk back into Invercargill.
Rush hour in Invercargill. I suppose this doesn't make it look so bad. Maybe I am exxaggerating just a little bit.
One cool thing happened: I came across a gigantic patch of really brilliant Toadstools
The gardens were an exception to Invercargill's ugliness,
so I spent the whole next morning before my ferry walking through them
Off to Stewart Island!
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