|The Kaikoura ranges from the motel|
|Art deco cinema|
All I know is that, although everyone here is quiet and friendly and welcoming, there is apparently another side to it. At the peak of the tourist season the town is packed out by tourists and travellers and young people back-packing and - coming from a tourist area myself - I know how that tips the balance of a place. So, perhaps I wouldn't like to be here in summer. The day I arrived, the old courthouse - one of the few historic wooden buildings in Kaikoura - was a smouldering ruin, still being damped down by the fire brigade, having been set on fire during the previous night, probably by vandals. Now, very little of it remains. So even paradise has its problems.
|All that's left of the District Courthouse|
Still thinking about whales. It wasn't a romantic experience yesterday, but sobering. It made me think a lot about how we interact with our fellow mammals on the planet, and a lot of what I thought was uncomfortable.
|Pub in Kaikoura|