FART, that is what Rotorua inspired us. Overwhelming fart really. it was everywhere, from the hostal to the park and in the pools. i cannot see how people can choose to live in such a place. ok, thermal springs are nice, but the drawbacks are enormous. imagine drying your washing in the breeze. mind you, the nose hairs of the people out here must be well acustomed to it. Cristian personally thought that it was a great place to have curry and took us to the local Indian restaurant. the benefits were proved the following morning...
Anhow, that was only the first stop on our Palin-like tour of North Island in two days. Fancy driving to Milan then down to Naples and back to Geneva, on the wrong side of the road, in less than 48hrs? We did and it was fun! New Zealand is really the UK, but at the other side of the world. It was green, with sheep scattered on the rolling hills. It drizzled as we passed "Devonshire Teas" signs, the fish and chips were served in huge pieces of paper, even the taps were British, with scalding hot on one side and freezing on the other.
Over to Yorkshire, that's what we say!!
Thankfully, we saw a gum-boot shop, which reminded us about Kiwis and their love for wooly animals, and none of us could understand a word they were saying - a sign that it was not the UK after all.
Maori church we were not allowed to enter.
Smelly Rotorua.
Northland sunset on the way back to Auckland.