Sunshine, Sauvignon and sky high prices

As you read in Jay’s post, we were off to a rocky start. The lack of stamp in my passport was a real blow.  If stampless passports are the future, call me old school.  These are badges of honour!  Documentation of my story! In fact, they are worth waiting in line for – so I’ll be doing that on our way out of New Zealand while Jay takes the fast lane. 2 one-way stamps = a whole one between us, right?   

But friends, I don’t want you thinking that the day was a loss.  Once I got over the customs heartbreak, we checked into our bright, sunny apartment in Viaduct Quay. This area is a new development by the waterfront and it’s been lovely to wander by the water, live in a sun-filled glass box, and stare into all the neighbouring apartments that are built exactly the same. (Speaking of built, the neighbours across the way are also traveling and struggling with how to dress for the bright sun but milder than expected temperatures).

We found a rooftop bar along the water and had the first of what’s sure to be many day drinks.  (This is where the very tasty and titular Sauvignon comes in). From there we picked up a few groceries for our apartment since we’re staying a week. And eek, the prices!!! The cost of dairy makes Canada’s supply managed system seem like a discount program.  And sunscreen… at $30 a bottle, this seems nearly criminal in a country with reduced ozone protection.  Of all the things that should be government subsidized, how is this one not on the list?!

Jet lag was starting to set in, so we kept it local and headed out to a nearby beer bar to close out our day.  It had all the traditional ingredients… industrial space in the back of a parking lot, sours and Yuzu ales, furniture curated from curb collection piles, and thundering hip hop with explicit beats.  It was like every hipster beer bar, everywhere… but the beer sucked.  If this is the best in beer New Zealand has to offer, I’m calling it early: #wineforthewin.

Let the games begin!