In a world increasingly preoccupied with throwaway materialistic things; where people are constantly busy earning money to pay for those things, or so their children can have those things;
This is the story of my dreams of travelling the world by bicycle. Because it's there. And because I dont want to die without experiencing the truly important things in life .

A sense of wonder and a sense of adventure.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Festival Weekend in Wellington

Wellington has changed a lot since I spent time here as a teenager.

I cruised downtown today expecting to do the same old things like checking out the local bike shops and doing other window shopping in various shops that I'd had past interest in. I left my bike at my sisters place and walked into the CBD to save the wear and tear on my moutain bike shoes. Walking around town in my Sidi shoes would not be that good for them and I'd brought jandals with me so thought I could use those.
Gangs of Girls

Once run down suburbs with tatty Victorian buildings now looked smart and tidy. Where in the past i would have been walking past workshops and dumpy petrol stations i now found cafes with outside tables and painted facades. The whole walk into town reminded me of our strolls around San Francisco a couple of years ago.
Overly dressed Nice Girls
The central business district seems to have rid itself of a lot of vehicle traffic also. I don't know if I'm imagining this but the roads definitely seem less constricted. Maybe they've removed the parking so as to widen the footpaths. I have to say the bike shops didn't disappoint. I was expecting them to be boring. And boring was what I got. The usual run of cloned Avanti shops, Specialised shops, and Giant shops. The same junk sold all over the world in shops that all look the same. I was hoping I might find a boutique type bike shop with interesting things in it. But you generally have to live in a city to find gems like that. I didn't even bother going through  the door of these brand shops.

Bad Boys
I did see a few nice bikes cycling the streets or chained to posts and would have taken a few pictures had I not got overwhelmed with the number of people in fancy dress and the general merriment on the streets.

Attention seeking Girls. (What would her Mother Say!)

And the Odd Terrorist.

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