Iain and I went to NZ together in 2005 and one of our fondest memories was the few days we spent with friends on Lake Tarawera in Rotorua. (some of you may remember the picture of the huge, scary weta that I sent out). Lakes rule. For me, maybe it’s a childhood thing (Lake Erie!) - I like the sea but I LOVE lakes.
With our Nelson trip screwed, we were hoping that a few days on the lake ever would provide us with a memorable “last hurrah” before re-entering the real world. We didn’t want to wing it with our usual “let’s get there and find a motel”. The morning we left Wellington I spent a frazzled hour online (totally not enough time) trying to find a motel, B&B, or lodge for the next 3 days. Iain made a desperate attempt at finding a rental house right on the lake but anyone who ever did a search for “vacation rental homes” will understand that the research does not begin and end in one measly hour.
As luck would have it, I found a self-contained apartment adjacent to a house – it's overlooking the lake and the price was right (well, a little more than we wanted to spend but not much). To cover our bases, we still checked out 3 other places – we’re still shell-shocked from the crappy motel in Glenorchy!
And so here we are – the only disadvantage being the internet access (we have to use their private home office). But it’s a beautiful location and the weather is awesome. After 3 days of non-stop travel, Iain is thrilled at the thought of sleeping in.
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That looks beautiful - completely the opposite of Philly right now (we're grey, cold, rainy, slushy and icy). Lucky you :P
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