Kristen and I stopped in Rotorua for the night. We found that the town has a liquor ban in effect on most of the downtown streets and in the parks. Evidently they have a spot of trouble with public drinking.
Rotorua is famous for being in the middle of the North Island’s geothermal area. Next to the campervan park we found mud pots and pools bubbling away.
It’s a good idea to not wander too far from the track lest you find yourself falling into a mud pot.
The mud pots are stinky, as Kristen points out in this video.
Be all that you can be! Be part of the NZ Army!
No one has told New Zealand that the Concorde no longer flies.
Time for a pint!
Pint glasses make good lenses.
It looks like Rotorua fancies itself the Las Vegas of New Zealand.
Fish and chips time! We had to fight to get the ketchup. In New Zealand, as in Australia, it is called tomato sauce. How quaint.
Later that evening we relaxed in the hot tub at the campervan park.
And then played on the playground.