Drips and Drabs

Okay, it's day three of the Welly Adventure.

The weather is still pretty great, and I hauled up the load of stuff Ruthy had moved into storage here, so we have all the stuff we are going to import until we receive our Waikato family to stay around Easter.

That's probably a good thing as my feeble pipe cleaner arms are all floppy from grunting up to the second story with boxes.

As for the Capital itself, both together an apart, Ms Love and myself have begun cursory ambles about.

I found Graphics (the local comic book store,) and it made me miss the happy warm orange glow of MK1.
...Then I found there local supermarket and was AWED by the range and selection of things I didn't even knew I wanted!

But, enough jabber, I don't really have much to say, but thought I better make an entry.

I was going to take a picture of whats out our window, but grubby streets aren't super thrilling.
I'll just let Google do the broad strokes and you can fill in the rest with your amazing minds

(we are here-ish)

Heading south, Minus Ruth

My turn!
(Yeah, we all know it was my turn about 4 months ago, but anyway...)

So, most of you reading this might be aware that I was offered a job interview in Wellington out of the blue, which I, of course, jumped at!

Problem was it was so out of the blue I had very little time to think how the HELL I was going to get to Welly, let alone where I was going to stay... Needless to say this just added to the stress of the situation.

Luckily, I have an awesome Family.

It's true. My family is so awesome that not only are they able to bake amazing cakes, (which you may recall is the corner stone to everything good in the universe,) but they can also pull together amazing plans for such random occurrences in such a snap that it could make you dizzy.

So yeah, they totally saved my bacon.

The rest of the story is best told with a few pics I snapped on road trip to Welly.

Blues and greens.... EVERYWHERE!

The Ol' Desert Road, being all the seasons all at once.

I'm amazed how well these pics turned out considering they were shot on my phone at high speed!

If you asked some school kid to draw a volcano... this is what they would draw.

(well most of them would mouth off or eat crayons, but the good ones I mean...)

Lots of Miles actually passed... like TONNES... we got to Palmy from Hamilton in one pleasant day. And then we stayed in a castle...

...It turns out i can't prove it wasn't just a place that looked like a castle from the road as i forgot to take pictures... so just presume that it was... and that they made me King of NZ...

... It totally happened.
Moving on.

Right so, after a very nice stay at a very nice (real) castle, we hit the road again for the Capital!

After arriving with time to spare I did what any good job applicant would do and sussed out where I was to be well in advance, and then shopped around the area until it was time to make my slightly early appearance.

Man, I forget how neat Welly really is.
Haphazard and chaotic, but so full of character and secret twists and turns!
The Wind is worthy of the capital letter I just gave it, and I'm sure the charm wears off, but it's a kind of distinguishing mark that bonds the people there together... or so it seamed.

My only complaint, Mr W. Ington, is that your citizens have no concern for person space.

I do not inspire fear there, they just brush right up against you as you walk...
I must work on that for next time... maybe carry a spear or something.

ANYWAY...

So then came the interview... here:

(actually the building on the far right of this shot)

Its right beside the Inter-continental Hotel (which is amazing btw, but you might know that from a previous post... If I ever posted it...) if you turn about 130 degrees clockwise from the fist shot you'll see it here:

(that cart thingy sells snacky treats right outside whare I went for the interview.)

I might post about the actual interview if I get a call back... I will say I think (for a prelim interview) it went really well, I was confident and honest... I guess time will tell.

Yeah, so after that we caught up with some rellatives in the welly region and stayed at an awesome little motel right on the water front... I highly recommend it if your ever fleeing the law!
(Apparently the place has a gruesome little bit of history attached to it, but it had cozy beds, tasty snacks and sky tv, and you could see the sea! so I don't much care who fled there after doing what :D )

We crossed the road to have a walk on the wharf, and say hello to the seagulls.

You wouldn't believe that the sky would turn so grey just the next morning.

He could be my new neighbor if it all pans out.

Gosh, it all went by so fast, and we were out of there the next day, under looming clouds and massive winds.

Wellington calls to me all the time and just swinging by makes me want it even more...
Guess I just apply for more things while I wait to hear if I get a second interview.

zooming out of Welly, the place seems grumpy that I'm leaving.

Hitting The Road

Well, to settle the argument as to how long it takes to travel from Hamilton to Welly, the answer is “a jolly long time!”
Well, to be fair, not that long really. The two of us taking turns got us safe and sound to our hotel in around seven and a half hours, and there is nothing like sitting on your but for the lions share of a day to really wear you out!

Denizens of the road beware, Scott has the wheel

We had a damn nice jaunt on the roads, smooth sailing through every season and what seamed like a million different environments, with the desert road being particularly alien and pretty.

Speaking of alien things, we just had to check out the local UFO once we got to our landing zone!

All checked in and driven by grumbling bellies we took to the streets to see what we could find to sustain us.
Footing it about failed to yield any results, mostly due to it being Boxing Day and every one pouring out of the capital for beechier locations.
So we instead popped back to our little hotel room and dialled up some room service, in the mean time we made our selves right at home.

the room, the food, the joy

And that was that… May not sound like much but it took a lot out of s both.
We are now reclining on the hotel bed, watching Wallace and gromit on the tube, plotting tomorrow’s endeavours.

And that’s the first update from on the road I guess… Scott and Ruth have indeed started to head south.

Peace!