In Wellington for the evening. And that, ladies and gentleman, was the first time in a long, long time that I have paid $2.50 for a long black. Not a bad one either.
That aside, I've been wandering the streets, sans coat (large seam given way, at the menders). One of the things my significant other has noted on the odd occaision that she's in Auckland is that, on average, it's shinier. As I wander the streets here, I see a couple of really cool, old school, 1920's art deco buildings, sure with awful paint jobs - though ones got a nice but faded mural. And on their sides - large billboards proclaiming large character-less glass and steel apartments. Which, coming from a city with large amounts of character-less glass and steel, I can only describe as sad.