Davenport

City view from Mt. Victoria

I have fallen in love with Davenport. Whenever we decide to move to suburb from downtown, I think Davenport shall get a preference because of its class. Davenport looks like a town straight out of fictions, those I read as a child. Davenport, like most of NZ is bestowed with three-four beaches, but otherwise there is no reason why some of the smaller towns of Bengal and Bihar could not have been like Davenport.

Davenport can be reached on a ferry from downtown in 12 minutes. The Davenport ferry building houses old book shops, coffee shops, and a shop selling art. As soon as you get out of the ferry building, you shall be able to differentiate Davenport from the city. The streets have flower beds beside the pavement, the beaches thronged by children and their parents and the addictive smell of fish and chips everywhere. Like every place we have visited so far here, Davenport is not specially made up for tourism. It is a normal town but for people like us it is very attractive.

After reaching here, I think I have visited Davenport a number of times – once I visited to get a afternoon nap on the beach. Despite the generally picnic environment around, the serenity allows you peace. We walked the entire city on foot and climbed atop the hills – Mount Victoria and North Head. Like every hill in NZ, these are dormant volcanic cones. Davenport’s look as an old Victorian town adds to its glory. The Kiwi houses are very beautiful and I feel envious of the people who stay there – they are neither far away from the city nor are they away from nature. If you have beaches, hills and good food coupled with access to city life, what more do you need?

Coming to food! I cannot be called a connoisseur of good food or drink. However, thus far I have had the best beer battered fish and chips at Davenport. I have heard the coffee here is better too but a person like me would not have missed the opportunity to have a Heineken with the food.

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