The Wellington Cable Cars

We created a little make-up weekend on Wednesday. Naturally, after five gorgeous, calm and blue-sky days, Wellington returned to its gusty self for my day off. Amy had been giving me the type of looks a wife reserves for that special sort of husband idiocy that only comes along after more than 10 years of marriage. It was only later I realized that she thought the Wellington Cable Car I was suggesting we ride to the top of a hill was not, in fact, a gondola of the sort that might blow in such gusts like a poorly attached pendulum. Duly relieved, she rejoined the familial fun, but I caught her giving me these "what-the-hell-is-going-on?" looks throughout the remainder of the day. Suspicion does not die easily.

There really wasn't much going on except the giddy sense of joy of exploring a new city with family - and not having to work. It's a pretty sweet ride up the hill, with nice views of the town spreading out below us. You can also walk back down through the world-famous Wellington Botanical Gardens - world famous now that the guys from "Flight of the Conchords" mentioned them on "The Simpsons" the other day.

The only other thing of note is that we discovered we could all fit into a British phone booth. Not much you can do with that, except Morgan and Ewan will be able to tell their children that they are so old they were even around when there were still public phone booths. They will thank us one day, no doubt. Now that I look at the picture, it looks like an album cover. Everyone's looking very angst-ridden, fabulous and gorgeous. Definitely look like a rock band. Crowded House? Already taken here. Crowded Phonebooth? The Wellington Cable Cars, perhaps?