This brings me to my second trip into what was the City Centre of Christchurch. On my first full Friday, Wayne gave me the choice to come into work or take another day off. I chose to take the day off, explore the city by myself, and try to get my phone and bank account sorted. My experience of Christchurch had thus far been through the lens of Coach Wayne. This time I could see it with my own eyes.
Sadly, the damage was worse the second time around than it was the first. My first impression of Re:START the week before was that it was a life-affirming statement for a city in repair. The second time, the whole affair was exposed as sad. It became apparent to me that there used to be an international city feel to Christchurch before the quake: there are still signs above awnings on abandoned buildings that are reminiscent of New York or London. But that there is not longer there. Instead, a mall, which is ultimately the purpose that Re:START serves, is acting as the entire City Centre. This block-long set of temporary structures is the entire "urban" area for the city. In this sense, Re:START is actually quite sad as it is more a dispiriting reminder of the total destruction Christchurch has endured and what it once was than it is a new start.
More interesting might be the Pallet Pavilion. While Re:START has a level of corporate, BID-ish sheen to its whole affair, the Pallet Pavilion is far more grass roots. Hosting an occasional concert, it acts as a place to lounge, grab food, and drink coffee during the week. Most importantly, however, it provides one of the few free wifi spots in the entire city. Presently, it just raised enough money to survive for one more summer. I must admit, it looks a lot cooler in the photos they have on their website then it does in person, but it is still an important thing for this city to have. I grabbed a disappointing Soulvaki (gyro-ish thing) at the food truck there. Photos below.
Wandering around, I decided to tour what's left of the Christchurch Art Gallery. Serving as the art museum before the quake, it was pretty well wrecked during the second quake. While the building gets rehabbed, the museum has hosted several small shows around town in surviving older buildings. They were featuring Tony Oursler at each, who I find unimpressive. He takes fairly pedestrian, yet trying-to-be-disturbing film and places it upon irregular shapes. Boring. I was surprised that there wasn't more earthquake-focused art in the city. In fact, as an artist, if I lived here I would be making work about the earthquake and Maori/European culture clash. It'd be enough material to last two lives. Why I don't see more shocks me. I did see the knock-off of Candy Chang below, which made me laugh. I guess there are some natural crossover between post-quake Christchurch and post-Katrina New Orleans.
I decided to pounce on the opportunity and went ahead and asked the baristas where to find more cool stuff left in town. I figured I should take advantage of finding a sort of place I like. The baristas told me that cool stuff does still exist in Christchurch, but is just strewn around town in a non-concentrated fashion. They actually spent half an hour brainstorming a list that I grabbed on my way out. Now, at least, I have a checklist in hand. This gave me hope. One of the baristas also had a t-shirt with what is now my favorite abbreviation for Christchurch: Chch.
For the first time since leaving the Auckland airport I was full of optimism again upon leaving C 1. That was quickly erased when I got to Kiwi Bank to open my bank account. I had gone once before and the teller had given me a form to fill out. I brought it back with my passport to open my account, but apparently the form was completely wrong. They then charged me 60 cents to photocopy my passport and turned me away. And there went my optimism...
Before my game Saturday I moved into what the Kiwis call a backpackers (which we call a hostel). Wayne said Teague did it and was able to meet people. Quite frankly, as lovely as Betty and Ramesh had been, their cat had driven my allergies up a wall and I couldn't take it anymore. I moved into "At the Right Place"'s long term stay house, which has been great because there are actually people my own age to meet. My job at the plant should supply enough money to afford my stay with plenty of money left over.
My rugby first game in New Zealand was against Syndenham, which had the same kit (uniform) as Valley Rugby Club in Seattle. It was their club day, the day each team in the club has home games, so there was a crowd milling about. We played like crap. Dropped balls, missed tackles, stupid kicks all game long. We're at the top of the table and Sydenham was at the bottom, and, even though Sydenham brought a few Div 1 players down for the game, we were good enough to beat them soundly. We just kept making stupid plays, and it ended up losing us the game by 12.
I expected to play a total of 10, maybe 15 minutes. Instead, I got an entire half at wing. This totally surprised me in a most pleasant fashion. Now, since I am essentially in pre-season form while everyone else is in mid-season form, I thought I was out of position the entire game. Talking to a few of the boys afterwards, though, it turns out I didn't screw up in a noticeable way, which pretty much everyone else did. Go me? While I didn't screw up, I also didn't succeed much, as I didn't even get a single touch on the ball. It's bad for a team when the wing doesn't get one touch all half. I did make a tackle, the highlight of my game. The center who had torn apart our defense all day broke the line, and I was crossing the field to tackle him. Going down, "this is going to suck" crossed my mind as I assumed it would be a tough hit, judging by the team's success rate tackling him so far. He went down in a synch and seemed pretty soft. This sort of echoes the USA Eagles' reputation for being a hard hitting team. We may have few skills in the US, but we can lay a hit. This bodes well for my time here.
I went through the same speech process as the week before, this time as team-member. After speeches, we watched the All Blacks and France game. A majority of the club took off, but most the Div 2 team stayed around, which was fun. I was rooting for France and had to celebrate quietly under the table after every French try. No one was up for going out, so we all headed home afterwards. I kicked it with some Germans back at the hostel.
Sunday brought a return trip to C 1 Espresso and more reading of Murakami's 1Q84 which I bought at Re:START on Friday. More soon...