Wellıngton

Wellington has been called the coolest little capital in the world, Wellywood, and, by anyone caught out in a southerly, simply Windy. The wind blows off the harbour and round every corner as if it has somewhere it needs to be.

Many visitors try outrun it. A cruise ship gives you a few hours, so it's the cable car queue, the museum, a flat white, and back on board with your hair ruined. But Wellingtonians have another way with the wind. They lean into it. There's a bronze man on the waterfront who does exactly that.

VoiceMap's self-guided audio tours lean in with you. Stand where waka once came ashore, now Parliament's forecourt, and hear the buried Wai Piro stream bubble up through the paving. Wander the headstones of Bolton Street Cemetery, or sit with the Peace Flame among the roses. And if the gale gets too much, pop into the Begonia House. The wind will still be here when you come out.

Put your earbuds in, button up and lean in. Kia ora, Wellington.