A wild weekend in Wellington

Our visit to Wellington wasn’t supposed to be either wild or for the weekend, but the weather wizards threw a wobbly, so that’s what we got.

A couple of weeks ago, sis and I tripped off to Wellington for secret women’s business, and got a lot more than we bargained for. Cards on the table, sis and I are on the wrong side of woke. I used to consider myself woke, and probably still am in various ways, but when I saw how woke started careering off the rails I decided not to follow the inevitable train wreck. Sis and I have got a bit of deeper thinking going on in our noggins than that, and don’t give a fig that we haven’t hitched our wagons to current popular thinking. We fully expected there might be some wobbly-throwing from the wokerati outside the ‘un-woke’ talk we were attending, and weren’t disappointed, but when the weather wizards joined in, although I know they have their own agenda and don’t actually give a toss about what we mere mortals are up to, it made for some extra ‘thrills’.

Wellington is the capital city of New Zealand, and is renowned for windy weather, but on this occasion it upped the ante and turned on a gale for us. We arrived on Thursday at midday, got collected from the airport by our hotel’s courtesy van, and booked into the two-bedroom apartment we had for two nights. All good so far. The plan was to attend the talk on Thursday evening, dinner afterwards with some ‘good-bad’ women – which we all mightily enjoyed, helped along by margueritas and wine which were generously paid for by a ‘good-bad’ lawyer woman who couldn’t be there herself – and then mosey around central Wellington on Friday, before flying out at midday on Saturday. That last bit didn’t go as well as planned.

The wind and rain started picking up on the afternoon we arrived in Wellington, and escalated over the next two days. Our hotel apartment was on a corner of the building and the wind howled and shrieked around it, giving both of us a couple of nights of fitful sleep. Still, we ventured out on Friday and got the bus into the city, where we had an unexpectedly good lunch in a poky wee Chinese cafe, and then visited the Gallipoli display at Te Papa. Te Papa is Wellington’s museum, and in combination with Weta Workshops, who also did the special effects for the Lord of the Rings film trilogy, have created a sensational display about the horrendous WW1 campaign at Gallipoli in Turkey. All I can say is that it is truly humbling, and if you ever visit it you won’t come away untouched. It put battling our way back to our hotel into a slightly different perspective.

On Saturday morning our flights out got cancelled because of the weather, and the next available one wasn’t until Sunday night. Our hotel was fully booked – school holidays! – so they couldn’t give us an extra night’s accommodation there. We had to go hunting for somewhere else to stay.

After a bit of googling, that somewhere else was found and after a brief, very brief, consideration of catching the bus there with our bags, we took a taxi. Only to find that the booking had been made for the following Saturday night in error. And there was no room at the inn there, either. More googling, and a shared room in another hotel was found twenty-six minutes’ walk away, according to Google Maps. Most of it under cover of shop canopies, the helpful receptionist told us.

Off we set with bags in tow – and walked and walked and walked amidst wind and rain, and not under nearly enough shop canopies. I have a sneaking suspicion we took the long way round. Tempers were not jolly, but life experience has shown us that the best we can do under trying circumstances is to keep our lips zipped as much as possible. It’s hard, because all we want to do is vent and blame the other for something, anything. But we can’t take back what gets said, and we seldom forget it, whereas we can recover much more easily from the odd silent evil look cast our way.

Once ensconced in our new room, we got our books out and didn’t budge until we went out for dinner. Normally sis and I don’t share a room, because she snores and snorts and whistles her way through her slumbers, and I have a condition called misaphonia, which means that I can’t stand sleeping in the same room as anyone who snores, snorts and whistles their way through their slumbers. Yep, another night of fitful sleep for both of us as sis tried not to snore, snort or whistle, and I thought she snored, snorted and whistled for half the night. But I must insist that I would not put a pillow over her face while she was sleeping, as she claims she fears. Hilariously, she told me later that at one stage during the night she thought about taking the mattress off her bed and dragging it into bathroom and sleeping on the floor there. What we think seems perfectly rational at night, can be funny as hell the next morning. But that’s what comes of having a dragon-sister such as me 🙂 Although, I would say that sis is no slouch in the dragon department, either. We’re quite a good match, really – as long as we aren’t sharing a bedroom.

On Sunday we caught up with a couple of good-bad women who had also attended the talk for lunch, which restored our spirits somewhat. And then we were taxied out to the airport by a charming young man, which restored our spirits a bit more, to hang out there until our flight at 8.30pm.

Man, it was good to get home.

Looking back, it confirmed how I must never share a room with sis again. Just joking – although also not joking. Really, it showed me once more how easy it is to get dispirited when things aren’t going well, and how hard it is pull oneself out of it. We are very reliant on our external circumstances being conducive to our wellbeing. If our circumstances are not good, we find it extremely hard to “rise above it”. If we have some life experience, have built up some resilience through that experience, and have some knowledge of how to improve things, as well as the ability and resources to do it, we can change our circumstances. For those who have none, or very few of these things, and are dispirited from their circumstances, it is a different story.

The wild weekend in Wellington also reinforced the friendship-saving strategy of just shutting up when things aren’t going well. And how a wild weekend means something different to us now than it once did 🙂

11 thoughts on “A wild weekend in Wellington

    1. Yes, we wouldn’t have always kept our gobs shut – something we’ve learned as we’ve gotten older and wiser 😄 The term ‘woke’ refers to a keen awareness of social issues, but it has become rather extreme now. I have no problem respecting people in all walks of life, but I draw the line when I feel that women’s rights and safeties are being compromised. For example, allowing any man who says he identities as a woman to be wholly acknowledged as one, and incorporated into all women’s places and spaces. That’s ripe for abuse, and is indeed happening. There are other aspects to the extreme wokery going on now, which you might see as an increasing number of people, mostly young, being hyper-sensitive and feeling “unsafe” at the drop of a hat. I do realise that we have to accommodate everyone in society, and it’s to our benefit to do so. I actually have no problem with our social mores being challenged and making us feel uncomfortable, but as can happen with changes, the pendulum has swung too far the other way now, and a number of us see women’s and children’s rights and safeties under threat because of it. As usual, there’s lots more that can be said, and I’ve only touched the surface 😊

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      1. Frances Sullivan

        Thanks muchly for this explanation. I’ve found the ‘woke’ culture a tad nerve-wracking, so appreciate your perspective. As someone who considers herself ‘aware’, I also realise awareness comes with obligations such as kindness. Lately, I find I’m walking away from a lot of people. Maybe it’s because folks seem feisty, some actually aggessive, and I’m way over scrapping about stupid stuff let alone being bullied. That written, I know men who still belittle political correctness in speech or action as it applies to their treatment of women in the workplace, for example. They seem to do well enough without waking up. LOL Fine lines? Maybe. But I, like you, have found unbridled ‘inclusion’ problematical and yep, potentially threatening if not downright dangerous.

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      2. I think we do just get over a lot of people and things as we get older. The same things keep coming round, just in different ‘clothing’, so we lose patience with them. That’s what I have found, anyway. I don’t know if we’ll ever achieve complete political correctness because we’re all too flawed, but we can’t give up on it. Courteous and civil behaviour and language are what keeps societies functioning despite all the mess of humanity in them 😊

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  1. Frances Sullivan

    What an adventure! You did well to keep the gob shut. Lol. You’ll have to further explain woke vs unwoke, though. I’m still not clear on what it means. 🙄

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  2. In spite of her snoring and your sensitivity to her snoring, I rather envy your relationship with your sister. I’ve been estranged from mine for years, and while it’s no surprise—our parents pitted us against each other, with my sister being the favorite (though she claims I was their favorite: such is dysfunctional family politics)—I feel a twinge now and then when a friend brings up a vacation or shopping trip spent with her sister. I suppose if I had learned to keep my mouth shut earlier in life, things might have turned out differently. Or not, since it really takes two for that tact to work well.

    Forgive me if I laughed a bit at your misadventures in the Wellington weather! I know what it’s like to scramble for a hotel room after your flight’s been canceled or missed. It’s really not fun, though you really learn a lot about a place when you’re on foot, looking high and low for a place to sleep.

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    1. Laugh away – many will identify with this scenario 😊 Yes, my sister and I are good friends, although very different in some ways, too, so can still squabble. It’s our shared history and experiences that bonds us, plus we’re both somewhat of lone birds so need each other – lol!

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  3. Mark Kent

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