Our last day in Welly was super chilled after the comedown of losing our busmates and the after effects of a week of crazy partying was taking it's toll. We did at least hang out with Katz and it really gave us the chance to have a proper catch up which was great.
However the real highlight of a very uneventful day was the food. At lunchtime we went to a traditional kiwi restauran called Kapai which made the most awesome jacket potatoes. I ordered the works and I didn't disappoint ( chili beans, sour cream, cheese, guacamole & sour cream) just AWESOME!
If possible, an even more chilled afternoon watching the classic film Airplane followed before we headed to the Malthouse to meet up with an ex-teacher from MTS. It will come as no surprise that the Malthouse was a place that certainly knew its beer- with 6 or so different draughts available and so many different bottles filling the fridges. In true form (I admit that I'm an obsessive) I ordered an Erdinger before later rounds introduced me to an Epic and a Tautara. It was a great laugh to catch up with Struthers an ex-English and rugby teacher from MTS who recently returned to his native NZ. We had a good time swapping stories about school and ex-classmates while Katz outdid us all by revealing that he had played alongside Conrad Smith (the current all black no. 13) in a match for his team- Old Boys. Conrad is a local lad and whenever the fixture list allows he heads back to his first club and plays for them- how cool!
Once the bar was closing down- very early but admittedly it was a Sunday- we headed to Sweet Mumma's Kitchen to sample what Katz had described as the best curly fries ever. He couldn't have been more right: crispy fries accompanied with creole mayonnaise (whatever that signifies) were unbelievable and even better than the fantastic Mexican food also available. The quesadillas were still superb... All I can say is that it will be our first stop when we make it back to Welly on our way back to Auckland.
And that is about that for Welly. We had a brilliant time there and i wouldn't have changed a thing, but three days off the bus meant that calm was restored. After a week on the bus for some silly reason you actually begin to crave the surreal atmosphere of the bus and the way it makes life move at 100 miles an hour!
Next stop: Nelson after a 3-hour ferry ride. SOUTH ISLAND here we come.
Dan / Burge