TUESDAY, 22nd November
Seemed that I had already seen everything what there was to see in Wellington, but it wasn’t quite true. I hadn’t seen some important buildings, like Wellington Cathedral, where a few days later Big Runga would have a concert, but I wouldn’t be there anymore.
or important trees, like the gumtree, which was on Hill Street near the Anglican Cathedral and on the way to the Catholic, Sacred Heart Cathedral.
First I thought they were buttons, but when I looked closer, they were chewing gums.
I really loved Old St Paul’s Church. It didn’t look very special from the outside, just another small chapel.
But I was amazed when I went inside: very intimate, wooden beautiful small church. If I were to get married, I’d love to have a wedding in a church like that one. It became even more special, when I read that Bishop Selwyn, New Zealand’s first Anglican bishop and one of the founders of Old St Paul’s, is buried at Lichfield Cathedral in England which I visited at the beginning of this year.
This photo doesn’t give the sense of intimacy inside that church. It’s really lovely.
Government old building. It looks like made of stone, but it’s actually made of timber. They used kauri and you can go inside the building to take a look. In front of the bulding, there’s a statue of Peter Fraser, New Zealand Prime Minister, who invited Polish children to his country in 1944.
The ship used to belong to John Plimmer who has been also called the Father of Wellington. There’s a statue across the street when you leave the Arcade.
I had an interesting meeting by the Ark. When I was taking pictures, I heard someone speaking Polish! After 3 months of travelling I finally met someone from Poland randomly ‘on the street’! There were two women and a young girl and as we started talking I found out that the girl was the young woman’s daughter and the older woman was her aunt visiting her. She was equally happy to have met me and said there were more of ‘us’ in Wellington. She gave me her e-mail address and said we should keep in touch. Awesome, fresh immigration from Poland not connected with the kids from 1944!
My last day was almost over. I had one more meeting, this time with my friend from Ireland. She’d just moved in. We went for a coffee to Enigma Cafe on Courtenay Place, then had a last stroll up and down Cuba Street and at Civic Square. There was one more thing I wanted to see. On the side of the Square, near the Library there was a fountain gifted to Wellington by De’s uncle, David Gibbs.
We went along the waterfront to the Railway Station. I showed A. more important places on the way and bragged about my knowledge of the city. 😛
Good that she was with me when I was leaving Wellington and going back to Porirua. If I were alone, I’d get too melancholic and probably melted down.