Technically Wellington Day 0, but New Zealand Day 4 — you know what I mean…
Today could have been the day of not one, not two, but three hot breakfasts if not for my steadfast willpower. I had the usual made-to-order omelette, fruit, yogurt and pastry in my hotel before checking out and heading to the airport. As I entered the Koru Club in the Domestic Terminal at Auckland Airport not even an hour later I was surprised to find another hot breakfast buffet tempting me. I settled for a bottomless cup of long blacks instead.
After touching down in Wellington I was greeted at the gate by local power couple Derek Flores and
First I had to check in at The Intercontinental Hotel, apparently where visiting rock stars stay. I wonder if they use points too?
En route to breakfast (for Derek; lunch for me) we stopped for a video opp with Wellington’s biggest scandal. Shocking!
Wellington has gone Cuba Crazy! And the best breakfast on Cuba Street is at Fidel’s. Note that even though I made poor Derek pose on the ground by the front door no skulls were smashed as a result of this photo…
After a quick walking tour covering three of the city’s four quarters my verdict was in. To quote The Fonz: Ayyy!