A Weekend in Wellington: Part One

Two weekends ago, Grant and I flew down to Wellington for two of the quarterfinal rugby games. The kids stayed with my parents. 


We caught up with a South African friend (who now lives in Sydney) at the airport and cabbed to our hotel - which, to clarify, was not the Plaza, but it was certainly comfortable and central. However, later, after hearing our friends' stories about their accommodation experiences, we felt as if we were, in fact, staying at the Plaza! So, thank you, darling!


Our friend, Andrew, from Sydney.


I was so looking forward to eventually getting to see Wellington as it hadn't been on our itineraries all the other times we'd visited New Zealand; and despite only being a one hour flight away, we'd never quite got around to going down since moving here. Grant goes down there often for work, which proved quite handy because he knew the place so well and became our designated tour guide that weekend.


We arrived on Saturday and that night we went to our first rugby game - Wales vs Ireland. And I don't think we could have asked for a more festive atmosphere! The supporters were out in full force, dressed up and looking very colourful. 


We started off at a great wine room which is where we decorated our faces (now you'll understand Andrew's red stripes) before heading off to the stadium.




More to follow.



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