|"You can't beat Wellington on a good day!"(Not taken today)|
|Stairs to my friend's house|
|The grocery pulley|
|Harley in Wellington 12 years ago|
|Harley today (swing behind)|
|Baby Harley on the swing|
"Oh it was so sunny just two days ago" everyone tells us. They said the same thing in January when I came here with Tallulah. (The rain chased us out of town to the coast where, if you remember we discovered two great new NZ baches)
This time: "At least it's not cold!" everyone said. (It was cold.) "Quite warm really. We're lucky."And the classic: "You can't beat Wellington on a good day!"
|Wellington on a good day! (Not today...)|
|Singing in the rain|
What I recall as a vast wasteland of wharfspace is now parks, gardens, rock-climbing and Te Papa, the most majestically modern museum chock-ful of Kiwiana, culture and history, including old tea towels commemorating the engagement of Diana and Charles and experiencing an earthquake.
|Outside Te Papa|
Exotic restaurants line the streets with sublimely original dishes and cocktails. However sophisticated you think your palate, you'll be discombobulated by the offerings. In fact you can start to feel like a bit of a culinary plebeian reading the menus. One night some of the old gang gathered in what used to be a seedy part of town to eat at Havana , a Cuban restaurant in two tiny Victorian houses. Drinks included The Naughty Wife with vodka, lychees and pink ginger and small dishes such as big olives with Donkey Greens, Super Mamouth and Kalamata. (whatever any of that was...)
|Friends and I outside Havana|
|Friends at Havana|