Today we headed south on one of our longest journeys - 8am to 4pm. We got a late start since the bus leaves after leaving time for an early morning sky dive, if you didn’t get a chance to jump out of a plane the day before. We first drove past the lake and the crossing from yesterday. The bus then continued through New Zealand’s only official desert, Rangipo, which was also used in the Lord of the Rings (is there anywhere Peter Jackson forgot to film?). Steph and I were anxiously waiting to get to Wellington.
We decided to choose our own hostel without Magic’s help booking and door-to-door service...hmm...And our choice was a fair walk away with huge bags. We clearly have been cradled by Magic for too long. Unfortunately I added on to our long day by leading us to the wrong hostel - a former brothel on the top of one of Wellington’s hills. Steph bit her tongue. This was supposed to be my birthday trip, and she was as patient as a saint. Finally we made it back across town to ‘Wellywood’ where we were booked in. The blessing was that it ended up being one of the best places we have stayed in NZ. It had a huge loft room with 60-inch plasma TVs and free wifi everywhere so we could talk to friends and family.
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