We all had to wear the white helmets, and used the saddles without a horn in the front. The baby lambs got some attention when we got back to the ranch house. Cindy and Mary giving him some water. On the way back we traveled through the town of Lyttleton, the orginal port that was used when the first emigrants arrived. We went over the ridge between Lyttleton and Christchurch and it provided great views of both.
Transportation is great around the city.
The big red bus, has a good schedule and covers most of the areas you might want to get to. An afternoon stop in the local pub, usually provided the opportunity to determine if the flight for that day had made it. There was a telephone and internet service just around the corner, and I spent quite a bit of time there, checking email. Being a flight behind the group that was attempting to leave was a great advantage. Several times they flew, and 'boomeranged' made the trip down to the ice, but couldn't land, and flew back, or spent several hours waiting to go, and then being cancelled.