Some waterfalls and an irish bar...

Trip Start Sep 30, 2012
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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Short and sweet. Finally I dragged myself away from the sunshine and home comforts of Tauranga and stopped in Taupo for one night on the way down to Wellington. Adrenalin capital of the North Island I believe but I'm saving my money to bungy in Queenstown (fingers crossed!) so would make do with some beautiful lakeviews and a scenic boat tour. Taupo, however, was very VERY windy. I couldn’t spend more than five minutes at the lakeside before I almost got blown over a cliff (and my bum hasn’t got any smaller on the backpacker’s diet so you know that’s a powerful wind) and it was too windy for any of the boat trips to go out as well, so I made do with a shuttle up to the spectacular Huka falls and a beautiful walk back down along the clear turquoise river. There are, as there always are in New Zealand, natural hot pools on the way back just at the side of the river which would have been idyllic.. if it wasn’t for the hoards of middle-aged English tourists in shorts so skimpy  they would even have made Dad blush. Well, almost. So I carried on telling myself I’d run back up in the morning before my 9am bus. Ha.

In the evening I ended up sat in the kitchen with my Finnish room mate, a young German girl and a Dutch guy about my age and shared travelling stories and beer – Tuis here have trivia questions on the bottom of the lid which is a brilliant icebreaker. Anyway I can’t even remember what story I told it was so embarassingly boring compared to the guy spending a night handcuffed and chained in prison before being sent back home having attempted to sneak into the US with the wrong visa and the German girl who flipped her car over in the middle of the countryside, had to run up miles of road covered in blood until she found someone to help and was then taken pity on by a woman in the hospital who took her home and nursed her back to health!  The Finnish girl didn’t have any stories, but she couldn’t understand why the family she had been working for started acting colder before finally sacking her a few weeks after she crashed their car. Hmmm.

Sadly from there the night escalated somewhat as we headed out to an Irish bar, bonded with some Maori girls, ran home and climbed some trees which in retrospect may have been in somebody’s garden. I didn’t run to Huka falls in the morning but I did have to run for the bus.
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