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dogged pursuits of outdoor activities

dogged pursuits of outdoor activities

I am determined to fall in love with Wellington again. I've chosen to rise above the time when I rode my bike in screaming northerlies around Greta Point and got pushed into a fence by the wind. I have also wilfully ignored the slight numbness in my toes when taking ocean swims in a variety of bays. If you ignore the terrible weather, the unflinchingly hard light (thanks, depleting ozone layer!) and the brutal pollen count, this city is so shabby-chic-nature gorgeous, it

hurts

.

Falling in love with Wellington again requires a dogged pursuit of outdoor activities  in a variety of usually-limiting weather situations. It doesn't take after New York City. It's a Santa Monica/Venice Beach/Muscle Beach kinda place. We even have the requisite homeless population, though, admittedly, not as large.

Snorkelling around the marine reserve in Lyall Bay without a wetsuit? A thousand hypothermic yeses! 

Dive-bombing off the Days Bay wharf and pontoon in 10 degree water? I'll race you there. 

An hour long bike ride from Cuba Street to Shelley Bay in a 40 km northerly? Don't stop me now! (but if you wear a dress and don't tie your hair back, you'll be sent back home to change).

ramen and cake

ramen and cake

on lugging around film cameras overseas

on lugging around film cameras overseas