HAVE A BREAK IN WELLINGTON

From New Plymouth, my journey led to the South. Of course, I didn’t head down straight.

WHANGANUI – BULLS – PALMERSTON NORTH

My first, unplanned stop was in Whanganui. I ran into the Vintage Weekend festival with giant steam engines and steampunk costumes, and it was so surprising and strange that I had to check it out.

Next, I had a coffee break in Bulls because they said everything is about bulls (I love the nonsense). Well.. not true. At least I’ve learned not to believe everything I see on the internet.

And my intentional last stop was Palmerston North. Yes, I drive a 70 km detour just to see some street art. The town smelled fabulous from the rose beds, and the painted walls (in Berrymans Lane) didn’t disappoint, so it was all worth it.

WELLINGTON

I got an invitation to Wellington, and without knowing what to expect, I accepted it. Even before arriving, I knew this would be my taste of a city. The only reason I didn’t start my travels here was the weather; Windy Wellington would be amazing.. without that wind.

The signature cable car and botanical gardens make for a nice afternoon with a great view (night and day), but I think the less crowded Mount Victoria lookout is better. From there, you have a dope view of the city, and during my visit, there was a Super Blood Wolf Moon, which made the experience even more extra.

Welly is essentially a hill town but still walkable, which was handy as I had to face the struggle of finding free parking zones for the first time. Te Aro – and Cuba Street – in the CBD is the hotspot, and honestly, after all the countryside, I enjoyed the downtown vibes. What a surprise, my personal interest in the capital was still street art. I’ve seen many urban walls, and have to say, New Zealand is going strong in this regard. Talented local artists and international guests make this green land more colourful and special.

There are also plenty of beaches in and around the city, but although they look pleasing, the wind blows away the excitement. Except for one, my favourite spot I accidentally passed by: Greta Point in Evans Bay – windless, sunny, perfect.

And back to my invitation: a lovely couple found me on Couchsurfing and shared their home for a few nights. The best conversations are always meaningful, never really planned, and the joy and fulfillment they bring to our minds and souls is immeasurable. I received a warm welcome in a green jewel home, with perfectly prepared coffee and great music. After all this time feeling lost and alone, I came across deeply familiar individuals who – just like me – were trying to find their way of living.