Grand Mercure Wellington Central City Apartments
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I am afraid we don't have many images today as we had a long journey from Rotorua to Wellington. We needed to travel over 300 miles on non-motorway roads so we left at 8.45 am and sped off south. The scenery was breathtaking from start to finish. The only words we uttered were 'wow' and 'look at that'. We started with steam rising from the ground …
Wellington today and at leisure.
We spent the day at the museums and travelling the cable cars to take in the views. Wellington is one of the biggest deep water harbours in the Southern Hemisphere. The museums reflect the maritime importance of the harbour and the fact of Wellington being the nation's capital. The museum noted that bars …
... and only very tiny patches on some sheltered slopes along our path. An hours walk along a perfectly looked after pathway that was so effortlessly in keeping with the surroundings took us through a mini forest, snaking up and down hills before eventually reaching Taranaki falls. From there we took the added journey on to the lower and upper Tama lakes. It took about an hour and a half to get to the lower lake, slowly edging closer to the now perfectly ...
New Zealand is cool. It really is. I am lazy. Or uninspired. Or maybe both. But here goes a whole lot of New Zealand all in one post. Three weeks' worth.
When we landed in New Zealand, we had three weeks before my brother arrived to join us which meant we had three weeks to do things without doing really cool things just in case we had to do them again. Which is kind of a weird philosophy because doing ...
... at the time but you realise later that it was fun. I liked that. I’m stealing it.
Jeromine was quicker than I was up the steps so I told her to go on ahead and we’d maybe meet up later. At the top of the steps there was another danger sign (they’re so dramatic) telling me all the volcanic hazards that lay before me. While reading this sign there was a guy next to me and we had a little joke about it. His name was Bjorn and he was from Germany. ...