On our last day in Wellington we decided to take another walking path, this time away from the wharf and the city streets. We set out for the 1800th century old cemetery with amazing pathways just behind The Bolton Hotel where we stayed.
The gravestones and monuments revealed sad stories of the the loss of children, soldiers at war and a seafarers at sea…it was very sobering. But amongst the sorrow were these daffodils…the likes of which I have never seen. The yellow has multiple pedals and I did not know there were pink and white daffodils. I’m not sure of the other…some kind of bluebell but white. Beauty to cheer…
A little further into our walk Bob found this pathway into a large park which then led to a rose garden! It was pouring rain and so we did not get pictures of the garden but tucked away in a corner of the park we found this small dedicatory garden. The Japanese dedicated this garden to the New Zealand people for their support during the Hiroshima tragedy. The stone above the brick wall holds a piece of stone from the Japanese town hall that was destroyed in the center of the city. If you look closely you will see a small flame in the ornate stone lantern. This flame is from the original fire started by the bombing of Hiroshima. It is an eternal flame remembering the devastation.
I’m not even sure if the residents of Wellington know about this tiny memorial…it was a sobering reminder of the senseless destruction of war. Touching that stone helps you connect to the reality of what happened.
Our last walk in on the wharf and view of the city we came to love.
The day we left Wellington
We really wanted our ferry ride to the South Island to be on a clear smooth day. First of all because it’s suppose to be spectacular but also because big waves and boats don’t do well together. Two days before we are suppose to depart we get this notice on our little Apple 4 traveling phone…
Weighing all the change fees of hotels and ferry fees we decided to soldier on the scheduled day.
Once safely inside the ferry Bob spoke to someone about the dangers of the heavy seas. They said they would never sail if the waves reached 5 meters (20 ft.) They were expecting only 4 meter waves so not to worry. OK. This would mean 15 foot waves. If the waves reach 20 feet they won’t sail. We obviously made it safely but for the first time in my life I felt sea sick. Note that the white blocks you see are semis on the open deck. The first video is when we turned towards Picton on the south island. We rocked both up and down and then sideways…and the waves were most certainly 20 ft. tall.
In the end it was quite a fun adventure with only slight nausea for me. Now we exit the ferry and off to our South Island adventures.