Wellington is the one with buildings. Those clouds were about 150 miles away five minutes before this picture was taken. I waited between humans getting blown through my shot to snap it.
The other picture is of Mt. Doom. No, really, this is Mt. Doom. In the center of the North Island, it's one of three mountains that rise up out of nowhere on this plateau. One of the other ones (Ruapehu) erupted a couple of days after I got to New Zealand and crushed a hiker's legs, which needed amputation. Naturally, the casualty was front-page news here in New Zealand. Thankfully, Frodo got out in time, though, thanks to the yellow traffic sign in front. But not before that selfish hobbitt tried to keep the ring at the last second.
Hey, look, the clouds are rolling in over Wellington harbor. Shocking. I'm actually on the lookout for a rogue wave. Wellington is the land equivalent of the show "Deadliest Catch," about crab fishing in the Bering Sea.
Wellington in the springtime. How romantic. Notice how the gray of the sky complements the blue water in the foreground and accentuates the multi-colored buildings in the distance. The City Council actually passed a resolution to make it overcast and windy all the time. They don't want any newcomers. Just actors working with Peter Jackson's nearby WETA Workshop.
Wellington. The nightlife is good. The city is compact. The buses run on time. It's the gateway to the South Island.
My Visa was threatened if I mentioned the weather one more time.
The view of Long Beach in Russell as you come over top of the hill from the other side of the peninsula. The vegetation is luscious. I really like that word.
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