This is how we do

You may be aware that I no longer live in Hamilton. I won't explain any further (your mad theories will be far more interesting than the reality anyway), but I now live in Wellington.

My first five weeks here I spent staying with my Auntie Cheryl - BIG INTERNET UPS TO CHERYL. We had a great time, no homicide or anything, but it was always my intention to move a bit closer to the city.

So, yesterday I moved into a flat in Wadestown, which for some reason has no entry on the Suburbs of Wellington Wikipedia page. EDIT: a Wadestown website.

Today I tested out the walk to work, so here it is (of course, click for big):

I start by heading north along the road:



Mere metres from the flat is this graffiti, which is something of a different class to that which I am accustomed to:



There is an illustration of "ur mama's hairy balls" next to it, which I didn't take a photo of.

A bit further down the road, this is the view to the left:



Those houses underneath the pylons are Chartwell - was Chartwell someone important in NZ history or what?

A little further along, also on the left, is Wadestown School:



Presumably the kids abseil in.

This is the other side, Tinakori Hill:



I need to climb over it. To do so, I go up Wade "Street":



This is Wellington's version of a street. If you look carefully to the right of the corrugated-tin garage, and the left of the little yellowish hedge, that's it. Wade Street. If you make the picture huge you might even be able to read the "street" sign.

It's not really for cars.

In fact, it's just barely navigable on foot. There are a lot of hairpin corners like this:



I don't know how many, as all my body's resources were diverted to my lungs at that point, nothing left for counting.

This hairpin has a water feature:



After a while, it turns into an actual street, with cars on:



My guess is that the cars are purely ornamental, as there's no way they could have been driven there.

I'm over the crest of the hill by now, and I can see some water:



I need to get down to near where that big ship is, but how? It says NO EXIT:



Ah no, just to the right of the NO EXIT sign is another one letting me know that there's some more Wade "Street", again, not really for cars.

Just at the start of that bit, I can see where I'm headed:



Just to the right of centre is a chimney, and just to the right of that is a greenish square. That is the building in which I work. Still a way to go then, although this point is only about twenty minutes' walk from the flat.

Just to prove that these are my photos, and I actually did this walk:



A bit further down and I'm on Wadestown Road:



I'm sure there was a city around here somewhere ...

Ah, there's the stadium, through the trees:



Wellington names a fair few of its steps - these are the Wadestown Steps:



The tree at the upper right is obscuring a building which some of you may recognise:



Some of you may even own parts of it.

Now, across Molesworth Street, over the motorway:



Looking back over my shoulder from the other side of the motorway:



That massive green thing in the background? I've just walked over that. Half an hour or so in now.

This is Thorndon now:



Old Saint Paul's:



I think they mean the church is old, but it could be that Saint Paul is old and that's what they're getting at.

At the end of the road (I think it's still Molesworth Street) is the Railway Station, a nice building:



I've been here for after-work drinks once, I'd go again:



On a work day, I'd cross the road from the Thistle, and go up these steps:



... which lead up onto the massive concrete concourse above the station, leading to the stadium, and also my work:



The top of the building I work in is just visible to the right of centre.

Behind all this, the Beehave (thanks E0n!) watches over us:



Last shot is of the inside of the railway station. It's no Grand Central, but it's still nice:



It's made even better by having a New World Metro inside it, which is one of the best things ever.

So, I will miss taking trains to work for the next little while, but I think the walk's pretty good too.

Tell/show me about your walk/bike/bus/train/drive/plummet to work.

Snow! [1400km final]

At last, I'm going to finish writing about our trip, and it hasn't even been a year since it happened!

Last time, we were just about to leave Wellington, on a freezing, windy Tuesday morning. We could have just driven straight home along State Highway One (i.e. the way we came), which would have got us back home easily within the day.

However, we're more adventurous stupid than that, so we decided to drive through Upper and Lower The Hutt, over the Rimutakas and through the Wairarapa instead.

Mostly we did this because I've never really been over there before, and I wanted to give it a look.

I should also point out that large parts of the central North Island (which we'd need to drive through to get home), including the Desert Road, had been closed due to unprecedented and slightly unseasonal snowfalls. So, there was even the possibility of getting stranded somewhere. Exciting!

The Rimutakas surprised me with their unexpected size (seemed a lot bigger than the Kaimais) and unrelenting expanses of gorse (or was it broom? Yellow flowers anyway).

Featherston's the first town once you get over the hill. It's nice enough, but seems a bit like Wellington's version of Tirau - I wanted to see the real Wairarapa.

Greytown and Carterton were getting closer to what I wanted to see, but it wasn't until we got to Masterton that I found what I was looking for. It was great, reminded me of the good bits of Tokoroa, although it's a hell of a lot bigger. It's the sort of place I reckon I could live in, for a while anyway.

After some local delicacies McDonalds, we continued on. Somewhere along the road, we suddenly noticed the looming Tararuas in the distance - and they had SNOW on them! We had to take a photo, there was no way we'd see that much snow again on the way home:


(if you click on the photo to make it big, you might just be able to make out the mountains, sandwiched between the hills and the clouds)

Next stop, Eketahuna, where we continued the "photos with oversized roadside objects" theme:





This last one was immediately prior to a major meltdown about something I can't remember, probably the only tantrum of the whole trip, and it was all over in about three minutes:



Eketahuna's another one of those little places I love - a town that seems truly represenative of its region, unpretentious in the extreme.

Pahiatua's another one of those, but it has the benefit of a massive and incredible playground:



Betty is sideways as usual; hopefully this is some indication of how she will drive a car:



They even have what appears to be a real plane:



Plane nerds, please let me know what it is - this emblem on the side may assist with identification:



I'm not sure that any of those photos convey just how bitterly cold it was. Ah, here's one that does:



We travelled on.

These pictures are from a place called Stormy Point Lookout. You've no idea how hard it was to figure out where the hell I took them - GPS may be a requirement on the next camera.



It lived up to its name, anyway, by being unfeasibly windy, but also providing a fairly spectacular view:





Again, I'll let Rach demonstrate just how cold and windy it was:



We joined up with State Highway One again at the humorously-named Vinegar Hill. (if you follow that link, you'll find out why it's called that, as well as why camp really means Camp there)

We got very very excited when we started to see snow at the side of the road, so took lots and lots of pictures, assuming it would be all we'd see. After all, we'd just traveled south on the same road a few days earlier, and there wasn't really anything then.

Here's a few of the sort of pictures I'm talking about:







However, when we rounded this corner:



BOOOOOOM, Winter Wonderland:





Probably not so impressive if you're used to living somewhere that gets snow all the time. And yes, this area does generally have a snowfall or two every year BUT not in October, and not this amount.

I kinda wish I'd stopped, climbed up a hill with my skis (THEY WERE IN THE CAR) and had an impromptu ski. Something like this would've been brilliant:



Still, we made up for not doing this by stopping in Waiouru and going mental in the fresh snow, as only non-snow-dwellers can:









It was hard to get back in the car and keep going, but we thought we'd better. The Desert Road through to Turangi was still closed, so we detoured through Ohakune. By this time we were getting hungry again, so rather than going the quick, sensible way, we went back across to Taupo to get food.

Luckily, this meant we were able to get one last roadside statue photo in; the Turangi Trout:



Despite going the long way round more than once, we had a really really good trip, and it hasn't even put me off driving long distances with small children. As a side benefit, I now know the High School Musical 3 soundtrack off by heart.

Since we had a whole day to spare before going back to drudgery, the girls did this:



Comments please about what they are making (and anything else you want to say).