Wellington

On our way to Wellington we stoped the night at a farmstay. It was a 600 acre bit of land with rolling hills as a back drop - we could have been in derbyshire. After checking out the sheep shearing shed and a walk down to the 70 acre (!) lake, we cruised down the empty back roads visting the longest place name in the world and eventually made it to just north of Wellington. We stayed at a beautiful hostel overlooking the sea, caught the sunset and a glimpse over cook strait of the south island's northern tip.

Beat that Wales!

Baaa..

The next day we were greated in Wellington by John and Laura. They made us feel very welcome and in our new home away from home we enjoyed a long weekend of food, drink and laughter. Let the pictures speak for themselves...

Getting into the swing!

Maybe a few too many!?

Laura playing the flute

John and his love for women's fashion accessories!!

The beehive down-town.