Windy Welly
February 22nd 2009 A stark contrast to hot, vibrant Rotorua, I was greeted my first day in Wellington with grey clouds hanging heavily over a windy, damp metropolis. Chic cafes lined every street, calling to me like sirens with promises of silky cappucinos as I navigated my way through herds of pedestrians in muted business casual.
Windy Welly, as it is affectionately called, is the San Francisco of the Sou
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