Wellington was brilliant

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I had a cracking time and it was all down to my mates there. It was brilliant hanging out with them all, seeing everyone and ... well, I loved it.

The place itself is still the best city in NZ and my second favourite place in the world (London still does it for me). BUT, I did notice that there was something missing when I power walked my way down Lambton Quay on Saturday afternoon towards my brunch at Mezzaluna, Tinakori Road - and the missing things were:

  • Liz, Jack and Meg
  • My own place ... my nest

Apart from that it rocked and I got to do most of things I wanted to do (didn't do movie or Te Papa - no time).

Highlights:

  • Beers with Big Pete at The Twisted Hop, Christchurch - got me in the Wellington mood
  • The flight in (I nearly blubbed it was so homecoming-y)
  • Catching up with PP, Chicks and TP at The Thistle Inn
  • Everyone at Malthouse
  • Otago beating Canterbury
  • Dancing and fantabulous-ish drinks at Kitty's
  • Bed all made up at KK and Pete's!
  • Power walk from Newtown to Tinakori Road for brunch with Adam, Just and Kim
  • Using up all of Adam's shopping mojo at one shop in a 30 minute burst
  • Hanging out with Adam
  • NON-highlight: the refurbished Brewery Bar, ick!
  • Red wine and catch-up with Jude and Josh at The Embassy
  • Awesome Indian meal with loads of people at Great India
  • Lie-in (lahverly) followed by a lift in to town from Pete
  • Wholly Bagels with Mindi
    Anyone any idea why they aren't in Christchurch? I had to buy a whole stack to bring back for the Wellingtonians and those that have exprienced them
  • Lift to the airport from Wendy (and getting more baby clothes :-)
  • Buying two cracking books
    Genghis Khan: Life Death and Resurrection by John Man
    The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
  • Hugs and cheers from Jack when I walked down the stairs at Christchurch Airport
Picture from slack13 in the Flickr: Wellington, New Zealand Pool

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