I wake up this morning around 7 am in the front of the car, a bit sore and sunburned, but excited to see Wellington. Blame it on the lack of sleep or the enthusiastic driving, but about 30 minutes into the drive I see a small, shiny little red coup behind me start flashing lights. Shit... Kiwi cop cars are not well marked.
My first speeding ticket EVER comes from one of the nicest cops in the world, who approaches the car, arms completely tattoed and with a tooth missing “Ay mate, yous way ‘oin about 115 kilos peh howah in a 100 zone, but I’m gonna put ya at 113 o’ else yeh’d be payin’ uh wehhh biggah ticket.” Or at least thats what I though he said. Long story short, it’s only an 80 dollar ticket and taught me a good lesson, because I’ve been going much slower (You’re welcome, Mom and Dad).
Anyways, we finally make it to Wellington, and after a few near-collisions due to some hectic big-city-wrong-side-of-the-road, we find our hostel and explore the city.
Wellington is New Zealand’s capital, so there are lots of governmental building’s here that Joe doesn’t give a damn abut but that I love. I got to tour the Parliament here, which is nicknamed “The Beehive” and was really quite pretty. My tour guide was also sarcastic as hell which was a nice touch.
Joe and I, craving fish and chips, head downtown to a good place he had read about. We order a bit extra, because we’re hungry and weary of the smaller portion sizes here, get a larger meal. We were not disappointed (more overwhelmed than anything) and ate ourselves completely sick.
St Paul's is a famous church here, and although they were setting up for a concert they still let me check it out. It's 150 years old and wood, so it not only looks cool but smelled nice and rustic.
Wellington seems like a nice town (the girls are the hottest I’ve seen) so tonight should be a fun night on the bars. Expect good stories/pictures tomorrow.
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