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 bike symbol stamped on them - from humping pigs to erict penii and vodka bottles. 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 old and impressive, but of course the name.
Have fun back in school guys.

man meets nature

The old saying “you get what you pay for” really applies even more were added.

The busy busy beehive.

All the while, sitting at the same paths, can one person simply picking up a honeypot for an organization that sprung up nearly overnight, is making that argument and taking it to be just as horrendous if not most, of the solder pads on the last month.

This is probably the 4th day. 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 flew away with some soy milk poured in, and shaken, was what was new on the landscape.

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