Wellington and Napier - back to Bobo

After cruising around on the rural-rough South Island, the posh and luxurious interior of the Interislander ferry to the North Island just fit the bill to get us used to the haughty charm of the upcoming North Island cities. Farsightedly, I have already bought a decent shirt in Auckland a few weeks ago. ;)


On the ferry, we conincidently met Leena and Tinka again, our accomplices in the parking crime commited in Wanaka.

With Jagger in its bowels, the ferry landed in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand - both in legal and in drinking terms. Of the latter we could only get a quick taste because our further travel plans and the precarious parking situation in Wellington didn´t allow for binge drinking. But nevertheless we put the cream on the evening´s cake by finding the by far best illegal camping spot we had so far: Mount Victoria, the city´s main viewpoint.


This time we stayed undiscovered and didn´t have to leave the city in a rush.

So there was enough time to visit the gigantic, free hands-on museum of Te Papa. Apart from earthquake simulations or pickled giant squids, you could see a video about the efforts to get the Kakapo, an endangered parrot species, to reproduce - by means of a fuck-helmet for example, after the scientist found out that the Kakapo prefered to mount their heads rather than the Kakapo-females.

Right after leaving the museum, we reluctantly left Wellington, the city with supposedly the highest quality of life in NZL, where the streets and shops are so clean that people wandering around barefootedly is no unusual sight.

Next destination was Napier, about which I only can say that we knew too less about Art Deco in order NOT to go there.

Bohemien Rhapsody at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephan_mittas/sets/72157614941329560/