Every time I recall my travel with friends in Wellington, New Zealand, I cannot help tasting the beautiful sceneries and happy hours once again. Perhaps it is because that was my first travel. For everyone that stands on an unfamiliar land for the first time, he must be attracted by the most natural things. I was no exception. Sunshine stretches its arms to every corner of it on sunny days, appears on the drowsy look of people wandering along the beach; pigeons pick up the crumbs kids dropped on the square with less notice of passersby while some elderly persons whisper with breeze softening this serene picture.
The panorama in Cook Strait urged we took hundreds of photos on the third day when we arrived. And thanks for the powerful lithium batteries, I could keep such beauty in my camera and then share it with my family when back. Aboard the Inter Islander ferry, we had seen the faint hues of the sun and reached the glare of the open sea; our eyes fell closed in anticipation of a new island.
You fail to explain the beauty of Wellington because it is natural. Nestled in the heart of a glorious harbor, Wellington is on the battered sea fringes of the world but equally at the center of it too. A blend of culture approached me since tried to explore its beauty and uniqueness at dark. But for the power failure of our led flashlight, I was convinced that we cannot witness the mystery of it.
Wellington is well planned for the local people. Small architectural gems enhance the mood and space of its areas that are made to be used. A plaque over a bridge by the harbor reads: "It's true you can't live here by chance, you have to do and be, not simply watch or even describe. This is the city of action, the world headquarters of the verb"
Well, the weather in wellington is so affable that you do not really want to get any clues from weather forecast. People say Wellington turns into a true utopia immediately when the sun shines. So you prefer to feel it without knowing whether there is a storm or fierce wind in next minute. Apparently, this is not easy for those who are always dependent on weather forecast every day in their own cities.
Having a bird eye view from the top of Mount Victoria, you find yourself indulging in another perspective on our time. The height connects you with Wellingtonian’s various attitudes and ways of living in this city. Isn’t this magic? Unleashing heavy backpack, we refreshed again by a bottle of plain drink. Just forget all of fatigue and breathe deeply. Impressed by such a moment, I wrote several words on my notebook to remember it. And when comparing the photos I took with those downloaded in my usb device, I began to understand why I can find more from mine-it is because I came here, saw it and had my own understanding of it.