By the time we rolled into Wellington – I had my fill of hostels. Seriously – enough was enough! BASE was the chosen hostel in Welly and I just didn’t have it in me to rough it for one more night…especially at a BASE. So I did what I do best – I made alternative arrangements which in Sharen speak essentially translates to designating a local (UK Rugby Boy of course) as my personal tour guide and then crashing at his place for the night. Best idea ever as for the first time in several days I was able to relax and not worry about sticking to some itinerary or schedule….hello vacation!
My tour of Wellington consisted of cafes and culture. We just strolled down streets that were unfamiliar to me stopping off for cake and coffee as I found out little tidbits that only a local could tell you and then set off for the museum (shamefully, this was the first museum that I visited since coming to New Zealand). After a laid back day walk through Wellington we went home and I proceeded to cook a Mexican feast and watch mindless movies. My day/evening was pretty much the furthest thing any other tourist did yesterday but it was exactly what I needed to keep trekking on.