Wellington

Home of the Welly boot and also a contender for the "Worlds quietest capital" crown, Wellington is wet and windy like an incontinent cow. My three t-shirts, a short sleeved shirt and one fleece jumper inventory had to be stocked up a bit in the winter woolies department as it is cold enough to freeze the cahones off a Kiwi here. Wellington is very pleasant all the same, with lots of cafes, bars and restaurants dotted around the tiny inner city. To the west are the suburbs which are situated on a hill overlooking the whole city and the harbour off to the east. Actually reminds me of Zurich a bit.

Off to the South Island on the ferry tomorrow.