One Day in Wellington

Well, my first real encounter with a Kiwi local was with a young Rock n' Roll chap. You know, the type that wear Motorhead t-shirts and tight jeans covered in paint and have an overwhelming desire to lob unwanted chips several metres on to the train track. After only a couple of days here I had to inform him of the train times. He seemed grateful.

The train journey in to Welly was a mixed bag of graffiti strewn buildings and wide rivers leading in to the harbour, which was nice.

Once I got in to town, after a bit of scurrying around I found Ferg's Kayaks with relative ease. This place combines sea kayaking with climbing, so I put my number down for climbing partners, took a few myself and headed off. As I ventured out I was surrounded by a horde of bikini clad amatuer roller-bladers. Due to their lack of skill they very nearly molested me, so I had to leave!

After such an eventful hour I felt that I must find a watering house and purchase some of the local load mouth soup. I also needed to get out of the sun before my brain melted. I opted for Mac's Hop Rocker Pilsner. In my expert opinion it's a fine golden beverage, best drunk in the drinking style of drinking. I then hauled myself for a peruse around the harbour. I started to take some pics of guys diving in to the sea.

Diving dudes

After that a young Moari kid made a loser sign at me, so I decided to leave. Eventually I made it to Cuba Street. Apparently it's the hippest place in town, but it didn't strike me as so. I ended up having a beer with a young Moari guy called Tu. At 36 he already had 7 kids and felt it his duty to impart his knowledge on Kiwi ladies, but whether he's to be believed is another matter.