Day 35 – 36 : Wellington – “We have a bathroom. And it’s talking to me.”
We hit the road from Taupo and endure a long six hour journey south to the tail-end of the north island.
As nation capitals go, Wellington is a shocking disappointment. Up there with the likes of Canberra (officially the most boring city on the planet), Wellington is devoid of character or anything pretty much anything that resembles popular interest.
A port city, we emerge from the bus next to our accommodation to blustery winds and docklands wet from recent rainfall. As we’re practically in the ferry car-park and it’s hardly picturesque, I decide to reserve final judgment on New Zealand’s capital until we’ve at least seen a little more of it.
Tags: Trip, Wellington