They say Wellington is a pilot’s least favourite city to fly into – apparently it has the shortest runway in the world and one of the highest wind rates. Nevertheless, my flight last night was uneventful besides the three hot apple and cinnamon pies AND ice cream they served me on board. I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling so hungry when I got to the airport until I remembered that the last time I’d eaten anything was about eight hours earlier at Mexicalifresh. So when the flight attendant offered everyone seconds on the pies I told her to keep them coming.
On that same food note, I got up this morning and went with my brother (strictly hip hop speaking) Josh for breakfast at a little cafe right next to the massive Embassy theatre called Deluxe. It’s the most quintessentially Wellington place I’ve ever seen – you could almost taste the hippy in the food!
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