If ever you happen to read in Dunedin, the capital of the region of Otago, would be overwhelmed by the similarities with Edinburgh, starting with the name (Dunedin is the Gaelic name of Scotland's capital).
But alas, you know, what we read is not always true.
And in fact in the face of the Lonely Planet and all the Kiwis who are fully convinced, I must say that nothing like Dunedin in Edinburgh, provided that, not enough to resemble have some vaguely Edwardian-style gray building ...
To sum up in Edinburgh I would live there all his life in Dunedin decadent, not even dead.
The most beautiful buildings of the town is the train station (and this says a lot)
After three days lost in the mountains of nothing, I waited with a vague anxiety of returning to a city. But, just arrived here, have not vedevol'ora to return in the middle of nowhere.
The only good thing about being in town is that I always eat Japanese. And since there is a large Japanese community here (and Japan is very close) and the fish find it anywhere, sushi here does not cost an ass ... I pull behind ... even with stuff that you take 3 € 8 pieces (something unthinkable in Italy, where the sushi is, no one knows why, a thing for jocks).
So yesterday and today, I have been busy with thin sticks and soy sauce and I fired two bento box (chicken teriyaki with the first, the second of sushi), complete with tempura and other wonders, like the best Japanese cartoons ...
and the inevitable (adorable) miso soup, which makes me go crazy.
While we're on the subject culinary, then how can we forget another of my must: Starbucks (see below a caramel macchiato and a danish with almonds), where it is now home and stun you with Christmas songs by Frank Sinatra and instrumental versions of Little Drummer Boy.
However, because apart from the food, a museum and a bit 'stupid shopping in Dunedin there was not much to do, this afternoon I took a vintage train (www.taieri. co.nz) with carriages of 1920, which goes to the Central Otago, along a line that once served as a liaison between the city and the rather harsh and remote hinterland.
As impressive as the railway line, whose work began in 1879, is a masterpiece of human ingenuity in overcoming deep gorges and canyons through bridges, tunnels and viaducts suspended in air.
Tomorrow I'll make a leap to the Otago Peninsula (Dunedin of the sea) and then I head towards the far south of New Zealand, region the Catlins, who say they are very beautiful and wild.
I will host for three days on a farm itself (type 2000 with sheep and other animals) do not know if I can connect, but I'll try.
Meanwhile, a bleat to everyone.
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