Year of the Kiwi

What to do in Wellington if you should be looking for a job and you’re not…

 

  Still New Zealand’s lowest prices!

 

 

  Courtenay place, the main entertainment street of Wellington. There’s an ad on the radio

  for Reading Cinemas that Dave can recite word for word. Cracks me up every time.

 

 

  BPLOHW!!

 

 

  One afternoon we ran into Tim, my flatmate from Auckland.

  That’s Wellington for you… a small village disguised as a big city.

 

  An eerie sunset over Wellington viewed from Petone.

 

 

 

 

 Just to say I’ve been to Cuba.

 

 

 This sort of reminds me of the thing that pulvarizes people in War of the Worlds.

Hoooooooonk.

 

 

 Cerulean and Ochre.

 

 

  The only reasonable thing to do when you don’t have a job. Go to the beach.

 

 

  Haning out at Dans to make one of our famous pizzas.

 

 

 

 

  Beach volleyball in January???

 

 

  BPLOHW!!!

 

 

  I have no shame about standing in line for a free lunch.

 

 

 Moody.

 

 

  A fresh cream filled scone is not a snack for the faint of heart.

or someone with a faint heart.

 

 

  The most contraversial sculpture in Wellington. An eyesore to

  some, a delight to others. The water pours into the top buckets

  and is supposed to fall into the lower ones… supposed to. Usually

  it misses entirely and splashes on unsuspecting bystanders. I can

be entralled for hours.

 

 

  Dave in the hospital after a bout of food poisoning. He looked

  like shit for a while. We were all ready to will away his stuff.

 

 

  American Colors flying proud in the Old St. Paul’s Cathedral.

 

 

  Monday night is poker night at J.J.Murphy’s. After all my success at

  Rakaunui, I decided to give it a go against strangers.

 

 

  The only thing better than making it to the final two tables was learning that the

  Pats are in the AFC finals and the Colts are not.  

 

 

  An old cottage burning down in Petone late at night. Fuckin’ gawkers.

 

 

  Pub quiz night with Tim, Dave, and Dan. Things I’m amazed I got: the spice from the

  shell of nutmeg is mace, the hero who slew the minotaur was Theseus. Things I’m

  amazed I didn’t get: The man who killed Lee Harvey Oswald… James Earl Ray???

  totally wrong.  

 

 

  Me on a rock

 

 

  People like to jump off things here.

 

 

  Luckily, there’s a lot of water to fall into.

 

 

  The nice downtown shopping area.

 

 

  It’s fun making the seagulls fight for scraps of bread in the morning.

 

 

  BK has a deal here called the Summer Stunner: Whopper Jr, small fries,

  a drink and a sundae… all for $5. Would I lower myself to having BK for

  a deal like this? Absolutely!

 

 

  Another institution of Cuba Street (the first one being the water sculpture thing).

  Apparently this guy’s been hanging around for years and the police stopped bothering

  trying to get rid of him. He’s not bothering anyone else.

 

 

 Going on a proper ride on the Wellington Cable Car. We’re running out

of things to do here.

 

 

 

 

  What do you do when you think you’ve run out of stuff to do in a city?

  Do something you wouldn’t usually think of doing. Like… hiking all the way

  up to a wind turbine on top of a hill. There were clues that led us on the

  right path.  

 

 

 

 

  After a long 2 hour uphill hike, it was within reach.

 

 

  Dave dwarfed by the magnificent structure. It supplies power to

  80 homes… I wonder why they don’t build more of them. It’s not

like it’s ever NOT windy.