(If you look closely, you can almost see the date line out there.)
On the Pacific shore, leaving
tomorrow behind me.
(If you look closely, you can almost see the date line out there.)
I was behind schedule
- after all, I was a traveller, not a tourist - and considered dropping South
Island.
But I hated the idea of sitting on the other side of the planet and regret that
I didn't go south.
So using an Internet café and Freedom
Air , I booked a flight from Wellington to Christchurch, and another flight
from Christchurch to Auckland. Inexpensive - at least considering the time you
save and the cost of trains,
buses, boats, accomodation and wine.
After a pleasant
bus ride from Napier to Wellington (passing Norsewood
again, and the former Danish settlement Dannevirke),
I booked a room in the middle of the city, with a balcony.
In my modest dwelling at the Wellington West Plaza.
