We stayed in Wellington for three days, and during that time, got to meet up with The Boy’s friend! It was nice to be able to hang out with someone without discussing all our travel plans for the next little while (“Where are you headed next? For how long?” seems to be a staple discussion-starter among hostellers here… even when you’ve been traveling together for four days!)
Our first night we strolled about the downtown area, but didn’t stray too far because upon checking in, our hostel had signs up advertising that Thursday night was curry night! You could get one of a number of curries, basmati, and naan (!) for $9. If you wanted mango lassi (and who doesn’t want mango lassi?) you could for an additional 2. That might not sound über-cheap in North America, but believe me, we’d be hard pressed to find something similar for under $25 in New Zealand. Also, we were both craving curry. So The Boy had beef vindaloo and I had the lamb korma. Both delicious!
Anyway, the next day was gloriously, beautifully, apparently unseasonably warm and sunny so we headed up to the botanical gardens (via cable car). On our walk to get to the cable car, The Boy realized that it was the 11th. And it was well after 11. I was horrified. We’d been wearing our (somewhat battered at this point) poppies since we left Canada and we’d missed it! Going on the assumption that it was 11 o’clock somewhere, we did our minute of silence on Lambton Quay. Having taken the cable car, we wandered around the museum a little, then went into the gardens. I was happy to find this, as i thought it most fitting:
The gardens were very beautiful, and a wonderful way to walk back down to the city. I took approximately a bajillion pictures of flowers — some so weird! some I have at home! — but attempted to spare you that by collaging:
In the middlish of the garden, there was also a duck pond. It being spring, this meant ducklings!
After that, we wandered down to the parliament building (the Beehive) for a tour. No cameras were allowed on the tour itself (which was really quite interesting; I am inspired to tour Canada’s sometime), but I did get a shot of this in the foyer area:
Hilarious! For more laughs, we headed across the street to The Backbenchers, a pub with latex caricatures of politicians. I do wish Darcy McGee’s would do something like that.
We followed up our tour with more in-depth wharf walk and found the Writer’s Walk, lots more random art and… an outdoor skating rink! Admittedly, the ice was terrible (it was their last weekend before closing for summer) and we were both horrified by the un-greenness of it all. I mean, it was probably 18 or 20 degrees in the shade that day. Craziness!
That night, we met up with a friend of The Boy’s to plan activities for the following day (Saturday). What did we do? A nerdy pilgrimage, a visit with squid, an underground market and beer-fueled Scrabble! Details when next I find reliable internets!