Wellington and Headed to the South Island

Lucky us, Wellington was not as windy as it was the days before. Wellington is known for winds and rough seas. We had an enjoyable sel guided art walk around the waterfront and city. We fell into a tribal celebration. Apparently three tribes were rowing into the bay to reenact making peace between tribes. There was lots of chanting, Haka, and paddle clacking.

We accidentally ran into a lovely farmer and food vendor's market. There was southern BBQ, Moroccan,Turkish, Indian, German, and all of the typical kinds. Gayle and I split an Indian Roti Butter chicken sandwich and listened to a street singer that could have one a place on American Idol.

Several of the pictures below are of art and typical Sunday life in New Zealand.  Then we took the tram to the botanical gardens and savered the afternoon sun on the waterfront below.  The last series of photos are of our ferry ride to Picton where the ferry lands. Before we left at 6:15am, I got a photo of Pat sitting by the window of their cabin reading. I am not sure if she was guarding the car or making sure we didn't leave without her.

Packed and ready to go...

Hitching a ride on the ferry south: