Alone and lost in windy Wellington
The wind is howling through the streets of Wellington when I arrive in the evening, all by myself. I left Sarah and Andy a few hours earlier in National Park Village, they going to Taupo, me heading towards the south Island for the few remainder weeks of my trip.
I walk the short distance to the huge hostel I’ve booked. My heart sinks as soon as I step in through the door, I knew the hostel probably would be big and impersonal, as it has over 200 beds, but this seems more a like a hotel than anything else.
I get my key card and make my way to the elevator that will take me all the way up to fifth floor, it’s old and creaky, but at least it works. After getting slightly lost in the corridors I finally find my room. It’s a 6 bed dorm, all beds occupied except for one; I get the creaky top bunk, with the overused-flat-in-the-middle mattress – again.
I’m hungry and lazy, so I decide to try to find some cheapish takeaway – maybe sushi – but as soon as I hit the streets the wind is hitting me with even greater strength than before, it’s cold and I left my jacket inside, so I settle in at the McDonalds next door, having my first – and probably last – McMeal in New Zealand. As I sit there and look out at the deserted street I realize that this is the first time during my two weeks of travel that I feel all alone and slightly lost. I wish Andy and Sarah were still with me, or that I was still with the amazing gang at the hostel in Auckland, or that I stayed in a smaller hostel were I could just creep up in a sofa and easily join a conversation with fellow travelers. But I’m not. I head back to the hostel and go to bed early. It’s sounds like a storm outside, but as I
fall asleep I w
ish the day tomorrow will be better.
(And just for the record – it was. The weather was nice (even though still windy), I spent hours at the wonderful Te Papa national museum, and I even found a sushi place for lunch. I took the cable cars to get a great view of the city, and after talking to an annoyingly negative German girl while making dinner in the huge hostel kitchen I sat down and ate with the two wonderful Malaysian girls from my room (who like me were going to take the ferry to the South Island the next morning, and gave me a lift with their car)).
The End (of the North Island at least).