Warning... NZ bacon isn't like British bacon. I have experienced this a few times now and whilst eagerly biting down on my bacon sandwich a few days ago, only to be disappointed by the tasteless plastic like contents, I decided the world must be warned.
Anyway, in actual travel news, a very hung over me left Christchurch for Kaikora. It's a very pretty coastal town where you can go whale watching, dolphin swimming, fishing... or simply pig out on amazing fish 'n' chips and lie on the beach. I say beach in a loose sense as there is no sand. It's just large grey pebbles, so not that comfortable to lie on but with a bit of wriggling it's good enough. The next stop was Wellington, but to get here we had to cross the dreaded Cook straight again and this time the ferry, wasn't as cold but, was a lot rougher and consequently took an hour or so longer. Sleep and movies made the time fly by and soon we arrived at our hostel. Being such crazy kids and all we had a bit of a party in Wellington. First there was our fish party, where we all stood in the kitchen eating fresh fish and crayfish that Mark had caught in Kaikora, and then a tea party, where we all sat in reception drinking tea, listening to music, and being seranaded by the reception staff. Not the crazy alcohol filled night we had talked about, but a much better night just relaxing with friends. Then... onto Rotorua. It actually wasn't as bad this time. The smell still takes some getting used to but it's not constant so you can concentrate on other things, like $5 dominos pizza, free BBQ, and drinks with your room mates :-) .
After a very long travel day out of Rotorua we finally arrived back in Auckland. I said a sad goodbye to my bus driver Trouble (who I had been with since I got to the South island) and a very happy hello to my Aunt :-) .
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