On the east coast of the South Island, I stayed in a cool college town called Dunedin (pronounced “dun-EE-din”.) The name has nothing to do with the Dúnedain, as one might expect, but in fact comes from Dùn Èideann which is the Scots Gaelic name for Edinburgh and the town is, indeed, very Scottish.
This was the view outside my motel room.
Near the “octagon” at the center of town, I found this row of Victorian houses that very much reminded me of the “painted ladies” in San Francisco. 
I ate dinner at a place called Scotia which promised “modern Scottish cuisine.”
I had some exquisite haggis, smoked beef, and several pints of “apple crumble” cider which tasted of cinnamon. 