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Trip Start Sep 30, 2012
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Friday, October 19, 2012

The six hour bus drive was made slightly more bearable by the Kiwi boy next to me who was equally hungover and so understood my pain. He also told me about this awesome drinking game called possum where you have to take a box o' beer up a tree and you’re not allowed back down until you’ve finished it. Genius.

Wellington is, in my opinion, a lovely city, apart from the part where I got accidentally caught up in a National Front march. It overlooks a lovely blue bay with a harbour which Dad could spend (waste) many an hour wandering around and has some really cool modern sculptures and a bridge at the waterfront, and I took the little old cable car up to the top of botanic gardens and wandered back down which is all very pretty. They’re not lying when they say its the windy city though! Cold! It was strange to be in what felt more like a city than anywhere else I’ve been and I actually enjoyed shopping!! Yes, me! I think it was the novelty... Soaked up a bit of culture at Te Papa Museum, although somehow managed to miss the Giant Squid which is several metres long and resides on the ground floor. Did wander round an exhibition of European art though which included a landscape of none other than Dunstanborough Castle! From exactly the same angle as the picture on my phone. I did a big show of holding out my phone and comparing the pictures but nobody asked me what I was doing.

I stayed in Nomads which was good as it had a bar serving a free evening meal which I obviously took full advantage of, although my Canadian roommate was very confused by the Toad in the Hole. The only downside was that the barman was from Preston. Ugh. And I also had the worst nights sleeping (or not sleeping) there as at about one on the first night a new roommate wandered in and tripped over my phone and the second night a loud smelly Aussie was in the bunk above and, not content with snoring and farting all night, draped his towel down over the edge so I woke up nearly suffocated everytime I turned onto my left side.

On my last evening we went to a cafe which had a jazz band playing, so I sat there tapping my foot to the beat feeling like a bit of a cool cat (yes, I said that) but I now understand what Mr Crawford has been saying for so many years – the saxophones were too loud!
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Andie on

Dunstanburough castle!!! Woooooooooooop.
Ooooh, you're so well travelled! x

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