My Cunning Plan

Well, I’m in Wellington.  Which is where I want to be for right now.  But there are a few problems.  For example, did you know that backpacker hostels, unlike many hotels, do not have parking?  Did you know that you can only park on the street for two hours? 

I did not!  I probably should have!

So, I have to figure out where to keep my car until it sells.  And I have to figure out where to live.

I could move from backpackers to backpackers, but that’s tedious with three heavy bags.  Very.  Helen may not want to do the 48 hr. film fest after all, however, which means that I can ship my film gear back to the states, which means I only need to carry around two bags – one backpack and one for my clothing.  My business suit is already heading to Andy’s place as we speak. 

I’m not panicked, of course; if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I actually can be quite self-reliant and innovative when it comes to travel logistics. 

I think.

The worst case scenario is that I pay top dollar to stay in a hotel.  For two weeks, I can afford it, though I’d rather not pay that much.