Rotorua

Up early to do some backlogged work on the internet and get some photos uploaded. Before I knew it, it was nearly checkout time, and I still had to shower and eat. Logged off, and did just that, but in reverse order. Chatted with Fwad and his brother, Emad. Emad lives in Auckland, but Fwad was just visiting for a couple of weeks. They were heading to the same place I was, so I asked if they minded if I tagged along. They didn’t mind at all, and while Emad showered I headed to the bus station to book my bus to Auckland then back to the hostel to meet up with them.

From the hostel we walked to Te Puia. It was about twenty minutes, which was fine with me – but Fwad’s ankle was giving him trouble. It probably didn’t help much that it was raining. After the walk under not so great conditions it was hard to turn away when we saw the entry fee for the centre. In the end we paid, and joined a guided tour getting underway. The highlight of the park is the Pohutu geyser, and the various hot springs and hot mud pools in the area. I was also quite impressed by the kiwis they had on display. Kiwis are notoriously shy, so I wasn’t expecting to see one at all – even in a caged environment, but we lucked out with a rather active kiwi walking back and forth only inches from the glass. Sadly photographs were not permitted.

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After the kiwi pavillion we headed to the Maori meeting house to see the Maori concert. The concert was pretty entertaining and, if tears and screaming are any indication, according to the two year old in front of me, terrifying.

It was pouring rain when we went to leave the pavilion, so we called a cab and headed to Fat Dog for lunch. I had kiwi style bangers and mash, which was tasty. Lamb sausage and mashed potatoes. The potatoes were sweet, but there was no indication that they’d used anything other than regular potatoes.

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Headed back to the hostel to book accommodation in Auckland. First place was booked due to a Chemical Brothers concert in town, but I had no trouble at the next place I tried. Finished up my web work on the lobby computers (I really ought to have been keeping receipts for all my internet time).

Grabbed my bags from luggage storage, and headed to the bus station. Got on a small bus to Hamilton, and read for most of the trip. The North Island is pretty, but not nearly as nice as the South Island. In Hamilton we switched to a bigger (double decker) bus. Scenery was nicer on this route, but still doesn’t hold a candle to the south. Still it’s nice being able to take in the scenery without worrying about swerving into oncoming traffic.

In Auckland I quickly got my bearings and walked to the hostel. It was late, and I was hungry – I tried to order some wedges from the hostel bar, but the bartender/manager told me that $5 was too much to pay for wedges and sent me to an Oriental BBQ restaurant around the corner. I went, and had the pork and rice that he recommended. Filling, but I wasn’t a big fan of the sauce. Read for most of the night, then hit the sheets.

North Island Blues

My alarm didn’t go off (a.m and p.m? Who knows?), but Eduard woke me up about ten minutes later. Had a warm shower on cold stainless steel, ate some yogurt and loaded up the car for the last time.

Another excellent drive, and we stopped a few times for photo opps despite the fact that time was of the essence. Couldn’t help but think of Marley on her bike as we ascended and descended our way through the mountains. It’s tough enough in the Sirlioin (Nicole, the American I picked up in Te Anua originally thought she read “Sirloin” instead of “Sirion” on the back of the rental car, and the name sort of stuck).

Filled the car up in Christchurch, and circled the airport until I found the car rental drop off location. It was something I’d been meaning to do beforehand, but we found it easily enough. It being big and neon green didn’t hurt.

Checked in at the airport, and Eduard and I chatted for a bit. He had 8 hours until his flight, so we said goodbye before I passed security. He had made a nice travel companion. I gave him the cds I’d burned in Queenstown as a parting gift, as he seemed to enjoy what he was hearing most of the time. Or maybe he was just humouring me? If only friends in Canada were so kind.

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For some reason I was in a first class seat on the 1 hour and 20 minute plane from Christchurch to Rotorua. I swam about in my seat for a bit, and awaited my foot rub, but it never came. I was offered a cookie, though. Very roomy, regardless – I’ve had great luck on most of my flights – and hopefully my flight to Shanghai in a few short days will be as rewarding.

Shuttled into Rotorua , and checked into the hostel. First thing to hit you in Rotorua is the smell of sulphur in the air. It sits in the base of a (dormant, I hope) volcano, so you’re also surrounded by mountains. Next stop was the tourist information building, where I learned that everything in Rotorua is pretty pricey. I decided to check out the lake (free) and Rotorua museum (not free). I’d just missed the tour (free) at the museum, so I figured I’d get something to eat first and catch the next tour, since I was starting to get a little famished.

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The tour was alright, but the museum itself wasn’t overwhelmingly great. The building was really nice (no photos), and used to house many old baths – used for medicinal purposes. Apparently the owners underestimated the staining and corrosive power of sulphur, and gave up on the business eventually. It was a night club for a spell before beoming a museum.

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The town of Rotorua simply died at night. I headed back to the hostel and read. Headed to the grocery store and bought some spring mix salad for dinner. Back at the hostel, some Norwegian girls took pity on my eating salad with no dressing and offered me the remains of their pasta. I explained that I was okay with the salad, and was actually eating as much of it as I could now because fresh salad is likely to get you sick if you eat it in Asia.

Met one of my roommates, Fwad, from Pakistan who was in town with his brother (missing in action), read some more and went to bed.