Why oh why?
Why is it when you plan a late start you wake up at the crack of dawn and can’t get back to sleep again. Well, that’s what happened to me. 6:00 am start is a no no and the first thing in my list of to-do’s today is to go up in the funicular which opens at 10:00am. Bummm.
With the help of Wordle, Quordle, Nerdle, Duolingo and a few other brain teasers I fill in the hours and then I’m away.
First up a downhill walk to the funicular. Like everything else in this city it is housed in a spectacular building and the views going up the hill are out of this world.
It doesn’t run regularly but I couldn’t have timed it better for I walked straight on and it left right away. Getting to the top I am faced with the huge expanses of the beige stone that is so prevalent. Looking to my right I can see the three flame towers but I am more interested in getting a coffee.
I spied a bus stop and ad for a hop on hop off tour. Excited I need to get to a coffee shop and wifi to find out more.
A young lady walks towards me and I ask if she speaks English. With a broad American twang she replies yes and directs me to one of the Flame Towers for a coffee.
It was a wee walk but worth it. I am gobsmacked as I walk into the foyer and once I calm down I ask about a coffee and am directed to the 3rd floor. Coffee and wifi desperate I am somewhat peeved to find it doesnt open for another hour. Really! In a hotel like this!
Well if you are like that I will, in my scruffy gear, sit in your posh foyer and use your free wifi! So there. I ring the bus company only to find the hop on hop off is not operating. I googled coffee shops and found there is one close by so I ask at reception. The lovely young lady there points to the corner of the building which is where I have just finished an excellent coffee. Why the plonker at the door didn’t tell me that there was a coffee shop not 5 metres away I don’t know.
Sadly there isn’t a view from here but the young Mr Ali (who called me Madam Helen) looked after me and made me a bloody great coffee. It came with two tiny biscuits and a wet wipe. Given that the cakes they have here are about NZD20 I wonder how much this coffee will cost but frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
The single cup of bery good coffee in the swanky hotel was NZD10.00. We have virtually a 1:1 exhange rate. Anything remotely western is expensive.
Time to move on. It’s pretty warm again today but with a cooling breeze blowing my downward walk shouldn’t be too daunting.
Call me tin bum but my uneventful downwards walk with just one turn took me quite by chance to my neighbourhood. There are so many small one way streets here that even Google gets confused but this time I made my way without his help.
I’m now in a cute we kebab joint waiting for my lahmajun (sort of middle eastern pizza) and knew it would be good. I just wish I’d seen this before I went to the tourist haunts yesterday. Great meal for half the price of my posh coffee. Chris C. On the other side of the wee park just down from the hotel.
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