Rotorua

Well we arrived in Rotorua at aboot 1pm. It was only a stopover as we wanted to head straight to Wellington so we could hit the south island. We would investigate Rotorua further in a couple of weeks (We rearranged our schedule according to when Danny Howells was playing Auckland) Like FFs. Lol. Anywho, it was pissing out of the heavens in Rotorua – and I mean absolutely fecking lashing. I had lost my rain jacket and we had no brolly. So seeing as how we were already soaked, we wandered around in the rain and then went to the Polynesian Spas – outdoor hot spring pools that reach temperatures of 42 degrees Celsius. The hot water was refreshing – and surprisingly the smell of sulpher that permeated the rest of the town was not as bad actually in the springs. The place had trunty million asian tourists there – I was the only white girl in the dressing room, and let me ad ‘modest’ to that. Everyone else had their bums out. He he.

The springs were cool and passed a few hours. Then we hit the net and had some expensive thai food before we went to catch the overnight bus to Wellington. (ugh)

At the bus stop – the bus driver was an ignorant prat. The first rude person we’ve met since we got to NZ. We had to sit separately as the bus was packed and it was really uncomfortable and krappy. But it was over soon enough and we arrived in Wellington at about 7am.

(Lisa forgot to mention the sulpher smelt like stink bomb :op)