Stafford Street in Timaru
The last time I wrote about Timaru I felt I was a wee bit harsh on the place. In fact, I was sent an email from a resident who kindly listed all the lovely things there are to do. His list included visiting the Māori Rock Art, spending time at Caroline Bay and going on some of the wildlife tours. There were a number of other things that were included which was very kind of him. However, I did note that most of them required me to leave the city which seems to negate the point of visiting the city rather than the area. Now, I don’t know about you but suggesting I “drive to Twizel and stay the night” doesn’t really sound like something to do in Timaru. It seems more like a suggestion to visit Twizel. Anyway, I digress. My point is that having been a bit harsh on the place, I might have to revisit the city and give it a decent chance.
Stafford Street in Timaru
Several days later I was driving to Christchurch. On the way, I stopped in the town of Timaru. It had been a number of years since I’d been to the centre of Timaru and so with a touch of interest I decided to get a coffee and have a look around. Now I don’t mean to be harsh, but upon parking my car I couldn’t help but notice how unremarkable the whole place seemed. I’m sure it was once a lovely spot, however the main street seemed slightly unkempt. Walking the city streets, my search for a takeaway coffee lasted close to 25 minutes after which time I found one place available. Deciding that I was faced with a lack of options rather than an actual choice, I discovered that after waiting an eternity the coffee was god awful. Feeling rather depressed and unsatisfied, I found my way to my car and joined a steady stream of traffic heading out of town with one thought in mind. Timaru made me look forward to Ashburton, and that’s not something you can say too often.
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