First night in the ol' Pickled Parrot Lodge (and the day after)

We lay there in the dark room breathing in turpentine fumes (no, we were not huffing, it just smelled that way strongly) when it occurred to both of us – really at the same time, which of course led to one of those goofy sitcom moments where two of the characters turn to each other and say the exact same thing even down the inflection and tone – that there was a perfectly good lounge area where we could presumably lounge around (a.k.a. sleep) until the next day and perhaps even the next night as we were not going to be IN the room until Sunday and it was Friday (for a couple more hours anyway).

So we made sure our stuff was secure and safe and we snuck upstairs from our basement hidey hole and into the lounge were we proceeded to make ourselves comfortable – or at least as best we could (as both “couches” were more like those little couches that they give children than actual couches).

Now we're a bit warmer and not breathing turpentine, so we're feeling even better! But as tired as we were, we were not to get too much sleep as we were far too excited to finally be in Wellington.

That and it really is difficult to fall asleep on a couch the size of a large cat bed.
The next day, we checked on our stuff (all okay) and decided that we are going to go down and do some townlunking (which is like spelunking, but above ground in a town).

This town is very awesome. And I mean in the classic sense of the word: as in inspiring awe. There is quite a bit to see, but we haven't brought our camera down to the CBD quite yet – though we shall soon. We explored a small slice of the city, eat at a tiny little Cafe/Sandwich Shoppe and made our way back home to rest our weary legs.

As we arrived, we were greeted by Paul who informed us that he had a room for us to stay in Saturday if we liked.

If we liked?

Why, yes, thank you we'll move our stuff right away! And we did. That very second.
Huzzah! We have a room! With a bed (double)! And a desk! And a dresser! And PILLOWS!

As the parlance is now: whoot.