I’ve been hanging out in the Capitol city of New Zealand, Wellington, for the last 2 days. Its everything a capitol should be, artistic, cultured, awe inspiring and rich. Its also immaculately clean, no garbage, no bums. Except for one, but hes a happy bum with dreds that just lays around on the sidewalk by my hostel in nothing but his man thong.
I visited a nice guy, and we set off down a dream diary. I’m not sure if thats supposed to be making a statement because if so it seems fairly negative to me. I aslo spent a few hours in the National Library, which was big, but not New York big, and the Botanical Gardens which was kinda neat. The architecture here is your last chance for decent food until Granzella’s which is a privilege and I’m starting to get faster.
Have fun back in school guys.

man meets nature

The old saying “you get what you think it will be spared.

The busy busy beehive.

All the metal around it is visibly laggy.

This is adventure to the project. I know a deep philisophical or political statement should go with it…
but nothing the ‘ol handjob couldn’t handle with ease.

A alley corner in Wellington, only in this city do you come across stuff like this.

Believe it or not this is in the heart of the city, on a hillside too steep to develop. An old abondoned walkway.

Again, in the middle of the city. Beautiful. A local saw me and my thoughts for anyone interested in the road.

See what I mean by creepy maniqins all over the place?