Wellington

Well here we met the second rudest person in NZ. The auld dear who ran the hostel was NOT pleased at being woken up before 8 on a Sunday and told us right off. The feckin ad for the hostel said ‘will make you feel right at home’ … Yeah feckin right. She was a right old bag and answered the door in a long green nightie down to the ground. Think the oldest dear in golden girls and that’s her. So she told us that we weren’t allowed check in til 8 and sent us off back out – in the f*ckin rain!! What a bag!! So we hobbled off to find a McDonalds (I know, I know – who in their right mind goes actively looking for a McDonalds – this is the second time since we’ve been away).

We didn’t have the dosh for anything more exciting. NZ is tres expensive. So we had our egg mcmuffin sandwiches and went back to bash on yer woman’s door. She was a lot more pleasant when she was dressed but we didn’t hang around to exchange pleasantries. We had a shower and went off to take in the sights of Wellington.

We went to the city art gallery to see this really interesting exhibition by Patricia Picinini – a Oz artist who creates some really weird creatures (and wonders aloud if they haven’t already been created). It was a cool exhibition and afterwards we went to a NZ brewery along the waterfront for a pint ((t had finally stopped raining). Then we went to the Te Papa museum – one of NZ’s best museums. It was fairly busy and pretty interesting, but at this stage, it was information overload and we had to go get some food. We went for some pretty decent grub and then headed back to our hostel, with the intention of perhaps heading out later. Yeah right. He he. We watched Jarhead on DVD and then fell asleep. Overnight buses knock the socks off ye.