Wellington greeted us with its fine tradition of serving a freezing cold wind under otherwise fine conditions. At about this point it seemed we lost all other fellow magic bus travelers and regrouped with Timo and we ventured over to experience the hospitality of Nomads backpackers (using the sat nav, as it seemed finding an information point might require a map too), a large scale chain of backpacker accomodation that seem to work for the very young who don't mind huge numbers crammed into dorms albeit often with quite modern facilities. We sampled the style that is customary for Nomads which is a free meal and a drink discount, and partied on at the cozy bar for a few more hours. All was great until I disovered the bunk beds which were ten feet high to the upper level and swayed and creaked so much it was difficult to breathe without making them squeak, and this room which was one of approx one of at least 4 floors of dorms that had around 10 beds in each.
I checked out and ventured around town and found a cottage like place known as Worldwide backpackers on The Terrace which was adjacent to the cable car and botanic gardens, which I went on to check out after checking in.
I ventured on down the hill back down to the harbour, where I spent and learnt about the Maori culture and other New Zealand history at the Te Papa museum. Here is a great place to learn all about the country side, especially the geology such as the 50,000 earthquakes and how changeable the land really is.
Wandered back up the grassy walkway that winds its way up to the Mount Victoria panoramic lookout whhere you can see in every direction surrounding Wellington.
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