Oot and aboot...

Ok, so it's been a little while since I've said anything. What's new?

I'm still jobless and loving it, been spending my days tramping about the city and writing postcards. Taking the odd shots of this still impressive and surprisingly massive city. Nights have been spent out at the bars or just hanging back in the house with the flatmates. It seems that everyone is just waiting for summer to officially happen, then all hell breaks loose. Or so I assume. It's good though, I've been free to discover, wander and experience. Something that seems so obvious yet completely forgotten in day to day life. I might be waxing poetic here but I suppose in some roundabout way I'm trying to say what everyone was telling me leading up to this trip: Just go do, and don't worry about what happens. As long as I keep in motion I can't be doing the wrong thing. Even mistakes are a positive experience.

Well, now that I've managed to come off sounding like Dr. Phil or some sort of whacko, here's some pictures of oh so pretty Welly.

Anvil House: We work hard, we play hard.

I must have laughed at this for at least a full minute. Then I felt really really guilty. Also, Stoats are not cute, not like raccoons, skunks or coyotes. I miss Vancouver "wildlife".

There's a lot of art deco in this city and I don't know why. But I do know that I like it. This is just down the hill from our house and a pleasant sight on the way down, but on the way home it means you're about to sweat.

Ah Post Office Square. Where there is a...ummm...post office? Reminds me of the little courtyard across the street from Seattle Center.

Down by the waterfront. Seems kind of inefficient. Did you know they don't have umbrellas here? I was going to revolutionize NZ until I realized they'd be absolute deathtraps in this wind.

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There's a bunch of these down by the waterfront. Wellington has little arty things everywhere.

By the Te Papa museum, I don't know what giant chrome boulders have to do with anything.

But if I had to guess, I think these are the 4 legendary "Sky-Stones" that struck Oceania and separated New Zealand from Australia. A fifth one struck Atlantis and sunk it. But that's all just speculation. Baseless speculation.

A beach! I'm gonna go swimming! Oh wait it's M-Fing cold. 5 minutes after this shot the weather turned to poop.

I'm going to go look up the Maori word for "Catastrophic Landslide" This can't be safe people.

However it is impressive that they got a cathedral all the way up there. I'm tempted to visit, but I'm getting pretty sick of hills.

1. They still use the word "Oriental" here? That can't be right. 2. Toilets lol. 3. I later found out that this was ORIENTAL ParaDE. Not ORIENTAL PriDE. Boourns.

I purposely left the camera at home this weekend, I felt it was starting to bother people. So not shown is the raucous weekend I'm currently recovering from. If you will, imagine being drunk in a foreign city. You've just gotten used to the fact that it's tomorrow, but 5 hours behind home. Now imagine that it's also Daylight Savings Time. That is a fraction of how confused I was last night. However, I have learned that it is the same here as anywhere in the world. If you're a little tipsy, the golden arches will still light your way to some delicious fries. Yes fries, not chips. God bless America.
Tomorrow I'm off to see a Justice of the Peace, as I've found out my BCID is moments away from expiring. So for practical reasons, as well as a good laugh, I'm getting a New Zealand 18+ card. That shouldn't be confusing when I finally return home.

So like cheers or something,
The Talented Mr. Fisher