Wellington | World In My Mind

We arrive in Wellington, the world’s windiest city, on a night bus. The bunk beds barely fit us; after a long hike the previous day, we sleep with the hiking clothes and shoes on. Like the rest of kiwis, Wellingtonians are masters of sincere small talk. They are not just polite, they really mean it. Cab drivers or hotel receptionists, nearly everyone you meet in Aotearoa, the ”land of the long white cloud”, is happy to talk to you for a few minutes, give you some local tips and recommendations. The wind power and lack of air pollution are some of the benefits of being ”Windy Wellington”. Hotel doors warn…