After my extremely long bus ride, stopping in a weird diner of sorts for a while, with my only entertainment being a really irritating baby crying and running around, I was in Wellington. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, and only a vague list of directions of how to get there. I followed around a couple and they helped me get in the right direction. I was to be couch surfing with a girl named Naomi, but she wasn't going to be home when I arrived, so after banging on her flatmate's window I was let into one of the coolest, most eclectic flats I've ever seen. Every room had a different flavour, and even though the kitchen was split into two, every weird piece of design made sense... from space jam poster to charcoal drawing.
Though arrival mish was done, I now had a new mish... venture back across town and find where Naomi was, hanging out with friends. First I stopped for pie and wine, and then was back on a bus, confused again, but heading the right way. It was easier than I thought and before I knew it I was introduced to a bunch of her friends. The night was surrounded by chat, a new ind of drinking game with a pyramid and calling peoples' bluffs, and watching america's next top model. major throwback. Naomi and I ended up sleeping there on a makeshift mattress that emma had set up, which was honestly the most comfortable thing I had slept on in a while.
By morning we decided to venture through Wellington on the gorgeous day that it was, with barely an agenda. After picking up assorted pastries at a shop to substitute for our lazy lack of breakfast, we went onwards and climbed to the top of a massive parking structure, to see all of wellington. Chats began about these strange coffee making styles that bring you delicious coffee in weird chemistry like contraptions. Had to go. We went to a place where we each got a different contraption, and there was a bluesy guitar player outside jamming for our entertainment. perfect morning.
After we were walking around the harbour and I expressed my desire to go to a dr seuss exhibit, which was... somewhere. After a few mis communication moments, we found the exhibit. It was really weird to see the work that dr. seuss did aside from his books-- i gained a new respect for the man, even though i didn't grow up as a dr. seuss kid.
On our walk back home we picked up assorted tuatara beers at the supermarket and sampled them whilst hanging around and getting ready for the night that I sort of built my trip around: Vaudeville.
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