|The bland northern end of Pomare station.|
Now, some parts of the Hutt Valley, including Taita, can be a bit depressing. Large swathes of these suburbs are state housing (or ex-state housing) built in the mid-twentieth century, and with that comes the usual socio-economic disadvantage and depression. This isn't to say that the area is totally and irredeemably crap, because it's not, but the Hutt Valley has never really been my favourite part of the Wellington region. However, on a cold, damp, and windswept morning in July 2010, I found myself trainspotting at Pomare station. And, well, oh dear! Besides my fingers almost freezing to my camera, the station is no place you particularly want to be in a hurry. It's not the worst station I've ever been to, and it's not quite on the level of the aforementioned Macaulay, but it's still pretty undesirable.
|The southern end of Pomare toile- er, station.|
In fact, it looks like two public toilets. The building looks like a rather large cubicle, the sort of which you often see decaying by beaches where the local council doesn't care that much about swimmers (especially since, from this end, the building is deceptively boxy). Then there's that ramp, leading to a rape-y underpass that really does have a lingering scent of urine; when descending from the platform, it feels more like entering an underground loo than it does when you enter some actual underground loos! Are you totally incapable of holding in the contents of your bladder on the oh-so-long trip between Upper Hutt and Wellington? Step off at Pomare's public toilets and unleash your torrent! Space for everyone.
Of course, the truth is, this station is so basic that it actually doesn't have toilet facilities at all, no matter how much the underpass may smell of one. And when I was there in July, the whiffs of urine were mingling with the smell of dampness. I was charmed, can't you tell?