As we only had a double duvet, which Bob rightly claimed, I was adamant that I would be plenty warm enough under the small blanket which I had 'borrowed' from Air New Zealand. I was wrong, which resulted in a midnight stumble around the room to find warm things but otherwise it was a blissful night out of the enema.

The 22km of toil the day before lead to a leisurely start and Bob's shin induced a certain amount of hopping and cursing whilst I inspected the air bed for the source of unintentional deflation. Bob duly found a small rent in the rubber side of the mattress which looked easily fixable so first stop in Wanganui was to find a puncture repair kit which, when I'd worked out which way round the patches went, gave us a working air bed again!

We found a cute little cafe in the colonial town centre and enjoyed iced coffee and an amazing walnut and coffee cake whilst planning our route to Wellington. Bob was to drive the first section so I could catch up with the blog and other than feeding her an amazing apple/pear hybrid which Fi had suggested the journey was uneventful.
We had lunch on a scorching beach having chosen another day of wall to wall sunshine to travel...

After arriving at the 'Cambridge hotel' and having sorted out overnight parking for the Enema, we set out to explore the city and find somewhere to eat. We took a ride in the historic cable car up to the lush botanic gardens and after a short wander around the observatories nestled between the exotic and fragrant plants, we looked down on Wellington lighting up.

It's title of being the 'Windy City' is well deserved, second only to my new title of King Garlic Breath the Fausty following our excellent Italian supper at Fratellis. Unfortunately the main focus of the evening was trying to remove a mysterious invisible foreign body which the wind had blow into Bob's eye. This entailed numerous trips to bathrooms, my favourite being the thankfully deserted toilets in the botanic gardens which had automatic taps. These inventions produce water when something is in front of the sensor, such as your hands, face and also when the bowl is full of water following your cretin of a boyfriend plugging the drainage hole with toilet paper in an attempt to create an eyewash baisin. This unexpected water feature resulted in a frantic excavation of the water all over the floor in a desperate attempt to turn the enthusiastically gushing taps off. We left very promptly on the next cable car in a very squinty silence.

A swift trip to Wellington's late night pharmacy procured us a proper eye bath, having exhausted the restaurant's offering of a well used Optrex product which expired in 2009. With Bob's eye well and truly flushed we fell asleep to the sounds of NZs capital of culture and the knowledge that our 8am ferry would be taking us to catch up with Mr. Cooper!