Was woken at 6:20 by the World’s loudest and most-persistent cockerel. A thousand poxes on it and I hope its beak falls off.
Showered and breakfast by 730.
A one-hundred mile drive down to Rotorua so we set off earlier since we were up and about. About an hour in we came to the Bugger Cafe. You can’t not try a place like that out. Damn them and their ploy for passing tourists.
With yet more coffee inside us we barrelled up to some pretty bays before heading on towards the hotel in Rotarua.
We stopped for lunch at The Glade Roadhouse and Store and I had a big cheeseburger that was much nicer than I was expecting. I know I’m on the Keto diet so I only had half the bun. I wanted it all though.
We pulled into Rotarua by 4pm or so.
It’s odd how your perspective can change how something is viewed. Upon getting to the hotel you are greeted (and with much of the town) with a strong smell of sulphur. As if you’ll be spending the evening walking through one almighty cloud of fart. If the reception had said; “It’s the drains.” you immediately say “Well, that needs looking at.” But whereas when they say; “We have some thermal springs you can dip in.” You say; “How quaint. We simply must.” The smell though really is something to behold. The hotel is nice. It’s a “boutique hotel” but I’ve no idea what that means.
I’ve cut and paste the history because I’m lazy.
I think in the above photo that’s our room to the left of three people. Below there it is today.