Wellington was looking pretty grey when pulled back our little curtains but after a strong cup of Nescafé I felt ready to get into the thick of it.

As the wind threatened to blow the few remaining hair follicles that I had left from my head, we decided that an indoor excursion was probably best. With that set as the terms of our day we made our way to Te Papa, Wellington's museum. I have to say it had one of the best museum exhibitions I have ever seen. It was called, Gallipolli: Scale of War and told the history of NZ and Australia's part in World War Two. The exhibition consisted of humongous, larger than life characters from the war that were infinitely detailed, they could have been real giants. Accompanying these impressive components were various battle equipment, uniforms and video explanations, not to mention the emotive quotes written in the walls throughout the tour.

With the wind settling just a little I jammed a hat on my head as hair protection and staggered out to the food market that was an explosion of colour outside the museum. Here Chelsea was totally in her element; there was a stall that sold perhaps thirty infused hummus' and she tried every-single-one. I would be talking to myself, thinking she was next to me, only to realise that she was forty yards behind me trying a cheese or a jam. We sampled a pulled pork bowl that had a selection of pickled vegetables and coleslaw with it, it's tasted absolutely glorious and made me feel wildly bucolic.

With a slight drizzle peppering our faces we decided we had had our fill of food samples and went back to the car.

We made a quick stop at Weta Caves which was advertised an a Lord of the Rings sort of haven with all kinds of set models to see. It was utterly rubbish and had very little to do with the films or books and more to do with World of Warcraft games. World of Warcraft consists of painting practically microscopic figures that you then lay out and conduct small battles with in your room - basically collecting a fan base consisting of pale, adult men that drink warm milk and live in their parent's attics.

Disappointed, we leapt back into Jimi and made the big decision to miss out Napier as our next stop and head straight to Taupo. Our reasoning for this was that Taupo had far more to offer, more than we could fit into one and a half days so we invested our time there instead. I hope that it pays off!

We now have a seven and a half hour drive ahead of us. My bum is going to be dead as disco!