The Reset That Wasn't

This was supposed to be our light day.

After Milford Sound, Stewart Island, and Ulva Island, the agenda looked almost suspiciously simple: get to the airport, fly to Wellington, pick up the rental car, find a place to stay, and reset.

We did not even have a hotel booked.

We arrived at the Queenstown airport a little early, which gave us time to wander outside instead of sitting at the gate. Even that quick walk turned into birding, producing another lifer: a Dunnock. By now we had learned that even the transition moments had a habit of becoming discoveries.

Then Queenstown gave us the farewell we didn’t know we had missed. The flight in had been hidden behind cloud and rain. The flight out revealed the South Island in full. As we climbed above the lake, valleys, snow-streaked peaks, and blue water unfolded beneath us in every direction. It felt like the entire island was offering one final look back.

After landing in Wellington, we picked up the rental car and drove downtown.

Before finding a hotel, we had a more pressing problem: lunch.

We found a bakery with excellent lunch pies and desserts, settled in, and started doing the responsible thing we probably should have done earlier: looking for a place to sleep that night.

The search was not going well.

There was one downtown listing that kept showing up because it was absurdly cheap. The price was tempting. The reviews were not. When a place is paired with one-star reviews and a price that feels too good to be true, it usually is.

So we passed.

Eventually we settled on a TOP 10 Holiday Park cabin away from downtown in the Lower Hutt area. It was not glamorous, but after several days of ferries, hostels, and constant motion, it sounded perfectly fine.

We still had a little time before check-in, so we looked at a tourist map of things to do in Wellington and decided to hike to Mount Victoria Lookout.

It sounded like a simple way to stretch our legs and get a view of the city.

But once again, a simple stop became something much bigger. Mount Victoria rewarded us with sweeping views across Wellington, but it also became one of the best birding stops of the entire trip.

Tūī filled the hillside with clicks, whistles, buzzes, and sounds that felt more like tiny helicopters than songbirds. Nearby, a European Greenfinch posed in impossibly green foliage, giving me two of my favorite bird photographs from the entire expedition—all from a stop we hadn’t even planned until an hour earlier.

After Mount Victoria, we started toward Lower Hutt to check into our cabin.

Then something caught my eye on the water.

"What is that... are those Black Swans?!"

Of course we stopped.

We parked and started down the path toward the river, and before we even reached the swans, another lifer appeared: a Little Pied Cormorant.

Across the bridge waited the Black Swans, a White-faced Heron working the shoreline, and finally a European Goldfinch posing beside the path. By the time we returned to the car, one quick roadside stop had somehow produced five lifers.

We had not even checked into our cabin yet, and Wellington was already off to an incredible start.

That stop reinforced something New Zealand kept teaching us. The famous destinations were unforgettable, but so were the tiny decisions: walk around the airport, hike to a lookout, pull over because something caught your eye. Curiosity kept paying off.

Eventually we made it to the TOP 10 cabin and finally had a place to put our bags.

It had been another one of those days that somehow refused to stay simple. What started as little more than a flight to Wellington had become mountain views, bakeries, city overlooks, Black Swans, and six more lifers.

For the first time all day, there was nothing left on the itinerary.

Or so we thought.