Well on to Wellington

26 September – Well on to Wellington

  Two quick flights, or at least they seemed quick to me as I might have dozed off, and we landed, on one of the world’s shortest runways, in Wellington. After a speedy installation at the hotel, including getting lost between elevator 1 and elevator 2, it was off for a bus and walking tour of the Wellington heights and sights.

 There is a toilet stop conveniently located close to both the McDonald’s and the cable car station, one of which we patronized and the other of which we didn’t. Who’d have guessed? Amazing sights from across the bus-defying, breathtaking hilltops; streets that are really stairways; dumbwaiters on the outside of buildings and great Victorian architecture, all seen through raindrops and whipping winds, were our introduction to Wellington. Albert and I found the opportunity to attempt to use the local tardis, which conveniently let us know that we were already in the right place at the right time.




 Kind of a cross between San Francisco and a very windy place in Maine whose name escapes me. It never ceases to amaze me that all the cities here have found it possible to create beautiful green parks for people to visit and get away from the hustle and bustle, even if it is only on their walk to or from work. It was decided that a bus tour of the city lights would be quite foggy on the inside of the bus and too wet on the outside of the bus to be very much enjoyed by any of us and so John the driver got to take the evening off and have a beer. I hope it was a good one.