A Travelogue

Mark Shea is an Aus­trali­an film­maker and trav­el­er who com­bines his two loves to cre­ate short travelogues of the places he vis­its. Earli­er this year he was in Wel­ling­ton, and was inspired to get a little more in depth than his usu­al style, tak­ing to the streets to ask the loc­als what it is they […]

Tom Beard jumps the shark!

(Just kid­ding) Like par­ents – or how we ima­gine them to be – we are immensely proud when one of our snotty brats achieves recog­ni­tion for the things at which they excel. And in this case, Oor Tom has been fea­tured in the My Favour­ite Table sec­tion in Wed­nes­day’s Dom Post Cap­it­al Life sup­ple­ment, being recog­nised for […]

Department of Linky Love: The Examiner

It’s nice to see some sol­id loc­al news report­ing over at new Wel­ling­ton web­site The Exam­iner. The Exam­iner says it aims to be “… a site where we look deep­er and think harder about the city we live in and the issues that mat­ter to us. It is also a for­um for telling Wel­ling­to­ni­ans’ stor­ies, […]

Wellington Love Letter

Take a life long prank­ster, mix in some free time, 3 guys who work in film, some mild homo erot­i­cism, and just the right amount of sex­i­ness, and what you get is the Wel­ling­ton Love Let­ter.

Who’s the coolest of them all?

So, the news is out – on the front page of the Dom­Post, an advert­ising col­our sup­ple­ment, and ban­ners all along the Golden Mile: Wel­ling­ton is the “coolest little cap­it­al in the world”.

Who’s the coolest of them all?

So, the news is out – on the front page of the Dom­Post, an advert­ising col­our sup­ple­ment, and ban­ners all along the Golden Mile: Wel­ling­ton is the “coolest little cap­it­al in the world”. Yep, that means Wel­ling­ton has beaten out oth­er little cap­it­al cit­ies such as Vat­ic­an City, Dili, Kabul and Apia to be the […]

Lunchtime Refuge

Lunch­time Refuge, ori­gin­ally uploaded by dubh. Some­times, and espe­cially when the weath­er is out­stand­ing, you just have to get out­side and away. Now it turns out there are one or two places in the inner city where refuge may be had. These may well be places we’d rather not share, but that would be rude, […]

One year on…

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I dis­covered the Wel­ling­tonista on day two after my arrival. It took them almost year to dis­cov­er me …

In fact, it took them exactly a year. I cel­eb­rated my one year New Zea­l­and anniversary last Fri­day with the con­tra­dict­ory emo­tions of someone who sim­ul­tan­eously feels like a true long-term Wel­ling­to­ni­an and a rook­ie who has just stepped off the boat.

I am still strug­gling with a wee bit of cul­ture shock – com­plain­ing about Wel­ling­ton’s pro­vin­ci­al­ity and second-world infra­struc­ture while mar­veling at the vibe, friend­li­ness and genu­ine feel­ing of com­munity one can only find in Wel­ling­ton (I think).

Apart from being with a Kiwi part­ner who has been too long out of the coun­try to remem­ber any­thing use­ful and hav­ing read halfway through a travel guide I did­n’t know much about New Zea­l­and a year ago. And my former life in Vienna, Copen­ha­gen and Ams­ter­dam proved to be way too lim­ited an exper­i­ence of the world to shel­ter me from the sur­prises I was in for.

Auckland vs. Wellington

A dif­fer­ent long week­end away provides anoth­er oppor­tun­ity to reex­am­ine the age-old battle. After our first chapter, Secret Agent Robyn came down from Auck­land to check out our city. This is her report…

Get­ting there: The air­port bus runs past my place every 20 minutes. I waited for 30 minutes, but there was no sign of the bus. I star­ted to pan­ic and called a taxi. $50 later I was at the air­port, but too late for check-in. Oh no! But fate smiled upon me – due to ‘weath­er’ in Wel­ling­ton, the plane was late, so they could check me in after all. In Wel­ling­ton, the taxi to my hotel was cheap, but slow in a way that proves the bypass was a dumb idea. Wel­ling­ton wins this one for delay­ing my flight.

1st Day of Spring

Because not all Wel­ling­tonista are indes­truct­ible, I was ensconced at home this morn­ing with a touch of a cold.

Actu­ally, a hell of a cold. But I’m per­sever­ing.

And the weath­er helped! It’s mira­cu­lous!

Step­ping out onto Cuba Street, I wandered along to Truffle to buy some Pain au Chocol­at (chocol­ate crois­sants. they’re frozen, but you can defrost them and cook them for break­fast).

Now, you can believe what you like. But Wel­ling­ton Win­ter­’s aren’t always that bad. It’s the freakin Spring that is truly awful. The winds really start to wind up, and the rain starts.

Today though… today the wind was gentle, the sun was out, and people were out with it.

I heard a young couple talk­ing about who had the most duvet last night. They sauntered past with nary a glance in my dir­ec­tion.

People were all over Cuba St eat­ing in the sun.

That girl with Down Syn­drome was out jug­gling. She’s ter­rible at it, but I flicked her a dol­lar any­way.

That guy who plays the bam­boo flute that looks a lot like a bong was out, play­ing the same tune over, and over, and over, and over.

And I thought to myself, “You know, on a day like this you almost for­get what the Spring is like. This Wel­ling­ton, she is a fickle mis­tress”.