Nicest small Capital in the world?

It seems we really needed a bit of a break as we did have a lie in this morning as well.

Getting up a bit later also meant that the clothes were already dry and could be picked up from the cloth lines.

It was Sunday and there was a nice market at the waterfront, just a couple of minutes walk from our Motel.

This was going to be a good place to find some nice breakfast. There was plenty of choice and we all got something different from different stalls.

We did agree on the need for a coffee though and spotted a very busy little trailer with an Italian Man in it and loads of people in front of it.

This looked like it was going to be good coffee. Surprisingly we had to wait 15 minutes after we ordered (and paid).

It seemed that not just we had to wait so long but the majority of people did as well, although we just ordered normal coffee, that in the end didn't tast better or worse than normal coffee from other places.

As we had to wait so long we took our time to drink it on the little wooden chairs provided and then continued our walk along the water front past two Maori Canoes that were doing tours in the harbour with tourists in them and more little shops, cafes, watersport equipment rental places and places to relax.

A street through an office area led us back into the CBD and to Lambton Street where we knew the station of the cable car was located.

The cable car and track was finished in 1902 and works similar to the Tunel Train in Istanbul where there are two cars on one track at either end of a steel rope and when one goes up the other one is used as counter weight while going down.

The track is 612 meters long and covers 120m difference in height.

At the top, next to the station and engine house was a free museum about the cable car which was quite interesting.

From here we made our way down into the city again and passed by an old Krupp Gun and the observatory.

In the park along the way we were lucky to see the last couple of "songs" that were performed by a Scottish bagpipe and drum band before heading back into streets below the tall buildings of the CBD of Wellington.

We quickly checked out the New Zealand Parliament building from the outside. The older part looks like a typical government building held in Marble and the newer part looks like a beehive - which is also the nick name for it.

Through the train station we headed back to our Motel where we asked for a refund of 20$. The night we had booked through the AA office in Auckland was cheaper than the one we got when we reserved the room over the phone (where I got confirmation that it was the same price).

We did get back the 20$ - it would possibly get us three ice creams some other day.

After a bit of a rest we had to return the car near the Airport, so we followed the GPS to the drop off point and all went very well.

No problem with the car and very happy with the friendly and helpful staff of GoRentals.

We took a city bus back to town and looked for some nice dinner.

On Cuba street we picked an Indian restaurant from the many options we had.

The food was wonderful and my parents who haven't been as exposed to Indian food as me, living in Ireland and travelling to the UK a lot, really enjoyed the exotic tastes and spices. I couldn't resist to make it even sweater for them, so it was my treat today.

Back at the motel we had to fit everything that had been flying around in the car into two suitcases, three backpacks and two smaller bags because for the next couple of days we would be travelling on public transport.