Discovering New Brighton Beach - Christchurch

Enjoying the comfort of our lovely super king bed. Slept until 8.00am.
After breakfast caught a yellow bus outside the Hornby Hub shopping centre. It stopped at the new Central Bus Station 
then continued on to New Brighton.

New Brighton is a small coastal suburb, famous for its 300m pier which was rebuilt, by popular demand, in 1997.
Surfers patiently bobbed up and down in the sea waiting for the big wave and a few hopeful fishermen tried their luck from the safety of the pier.
The suburb was obviously devastated by the earthquake 10 years ago, and has never recovered. 


Apart from an impressive, new library it's virtually a ghost town - graffitied, vacant lots acting as car parks, closed, empty shops and a serious lack of people. 

We found a small cafe and ate a tasty salad for lunch before heading back to the motel.
Time now to prepare for our take off to Rakaia tomorrow.


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  1. Harry WhorwoodFebruary 9, 2021 at 9:10 PM

    I don’t think I’ve ever seen a concrete pier before. Not been on one for ages (Swanage) it seems strange not to have wooden slats and see the sea through them!

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