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Wellington,
New Zealand
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Got here a couple of days ago. The Nations Capital - Windy Wellington. And my god it's windy. The morning after we arrived I woke early, desperate for a squirt and I honestly thought the windows were going to blow in on me. It was quite worrying.
Wellington is the most southern part of the North Island and the point where the inter-island ferry transfers take place. The Cook Strait is the crossing and is one of the roughest ferry crossings in the world apparently, due to the way the winds blow between Wellington and Picton. According to one Kiwi 'Wellington sucks while Picton blows' so it makes for one hell of a ferry ride!
So I've been in New Zealand's capital now for a couple of days and as soon as I arrived there was a classic!
There is a lot to see here in Wellington. Not that have seen much of it, or can for that matter.
Over the last few days my foot has gradually been improving and I've been walking a lot better. Until I got up yesterday morning. It was bloated like a balloon and I couldn't move the damn thing. Not an inch. This thing has either become infected, or I have stepped on and trapped a nerve climbing the bunk bed ladder. Yes it sounds stupid, but I did the same thing during my first week in New Zealand on the exact same type of bunk bed, so I'm banking on that being the reason cos' I don't want it to be the other. This morning, it was less swollen and felt a bit better so I went for a hobble around the city with Wendie (of 'Wendie & Cal' from Paihia who I met on the first PADI course). She's working on a farm nearby and had come over yesterday for a night out and a good catch up. She'd booked a night in Base and had this morning free to have a look around before catching a train out of here. A quick note on last night. It was a blinder. One of those spur of the moment unplanned classics that happen while you're actually planning the rest of the night. We'd met outside one of the bars in Welly and were enjoying a couple of cold beers in the late afternoon outside in the sun watching the world go by and catching up with what's been happening over the last six weeks. Then I got a call from Igno. I told him I was meeting with Wendie for a catch up and invited him over for a beer. Well that's pretty much it. That is where we stayed all night. From nearly 6pm we agreed that we'd have one more beer before heading off for a meal somewhere. It was nearly 10pm when we had that last beer before heading off to find a nice Chinese. It turned in to an excellent night and we all laughed hard. And I mean 'hard' - where your sides start to hurt while your begging for mercy. It was great seeing Wend again and well, Igno was just 'Ickno'!
So, after seeing Wend off at lunchtime I made the long hobble back to base. So it's late afternoon now and all that walking has swollen things up again. I can't move the sodding thing. If things are no better tomorrow I'm gonna have to see a doctor. This isn't normal. It's been almost a month since the original surfing incident. But I can't complain, I did warn myself, and I wrote it down! So yes, I admit it now - I am stupid.
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