Aug 11, 2010
May 21, 2011
At home in the UK, it was Bonfire night and it seems that the English brought the tradition 13000 miles, to the other side of the world
. Wellington hosted a firework show accompanied by loud music. This was a good experience and the high winds and freezing rain didn’t douse the public’s high spirits- especially the drunks who were walking near our campervan in the early hours of the morning! After the show, we stopped for a drink in a bar before heading back to the van.
The Interislander ferry that crosses the Cook strait to the South Island is huge, though the poor weather threw the boat around reducing its dominance in the choppy seas. Most of the journey was horrible and many passengers were ill. On top of this, the journey was delayed but we watched a film (though terrible) in one of the swaying cinemas and finally slept for a while up in the upper decks. 4 hours later, we approached the South Island in perfect still water, sheltered by surrounding islands. The skies were clear so we went out on deck to appreciate the views. This journey is meant to be one of the best ferry journeys in the world and it’s easy to see how it could be.
Wellington boots didn't originate from here though they ought to have as the Capital city endures more rainfall than the average NZ city. As we were getting an early ferry to the South Island from here, we decided to stay at a very weird but convenient campsite in the city centre which was right on the dock. Someone decided to turn a car park into a motorhome site by adding some power and toilets, and then charge over the odds to users because of the location. It turned out well because we enjoyed a good evening during our short stay in Wellington. The highlight was watching a Kiwi play called 'Birthday Boy’ at the Circa Theatre. It was an entertaining comedy but with some poignant comments regarding the difficulty of friendships to succeed with change and time.