What a week. Lots of km, through the Desert road, the valleys to finish on the very steep sided ridges in Wellington. Somehow, I didn't end up taking lots of pictures. Some, but not with my camera.
So.
I've got the very colourful door just down the youth hostel, where I was staying.
Really good time. It's difficult to convey. There was and Earthquake and groundwater session that was awesome. Some interesting water management. A really cool talk on catchment and overland flow.
Been out every night. There was a park nearby. With a skating ramp that looked like a very graphed/tagged empty swimming pool. Was very tempted to walk in, but Conny pointed I would probably not be able to come out. So out of Maksym (who is the tallest of the groundwater team), I did not. Mental note, next time, drag Maksym there. A light christmas tree. I did personally ring up Santa and made a wish. It came up green and blinked to the top.
That part of Wellington is dotted with sculpture and murals. So I quickly sussed out that to come home I had to walk on a trail of blue fishes. Been for diner with Matthias and Conny to that real cool mexican place with a concrete wall with squares empties out and filled with massive candles. Indirect light cutting out yellowish-white squares with mexican crosses on the wall. Made me think of that bar we used to go in Oxford. Large lanterns. Delicious food.
It was great to stay at the hostel. On a morning that I need some system-rebooting time and woke up too early for Conny (we shared a room), I nursed a strong coffee and watched all the youngsters checking each other, and getting reading for whatever outing they were up to. One by one donning their identical jackets. And blast my ears with PJ Harvey, amongst others, slumped on a comfy couch. Totally responsible adult-style.
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