As the plane flew into New Zealand I knew this was going to be a whole different kettle of fish. The land was green and hilly like home but instantly more spectacular and the lake we passed over had shades of bright green and turquoise in it.
Met Col who was thrilled to finally switch of his Blackberry and start holidaying. With in minutes a guy was chatting with us who I recognised as the guy who was been given out to by the captain of the plane for leaving his seat in landing and then giving cheek. He proceeded to tell us how he was an ex con deported from Oz for bank robbery and had just been denied access back for Christmas to meet his sister. He then proceeded to give us all the advice we would need for travelling NZ including claiming that our first destination Rotorua was crap and that we would probably be mugged by Maoris. Then at one scary moment it looked like he might actually be coming with us to Rotorua to stay in our hostel but luckily changed his mind. Friendly guy but just a bit unnerving.
Bus journey was dark so not much to see but did notice that the graves in graveyards seem to all have illuminous decorations on them! For a split second I thought Rotorua was on fire when we arrived till I remembered it was steam from the hot pools. Then we thought we might be sleeping in the streets as the hostel was all locked up. Luckily someone arrived to let us in. Nice hostel situated safely between the cop shop and the firing range (they even have wheelchair access)!
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