Some you win, some you luge…
So the first bit of shite stuff happened. As a preface, just let me say it's actualy not that shit, but compared to the rest of the trip so far it's shite.
After gettign into Rotorua and getting used to the eggy-fart smell – there's lots of natural hot springs around the town which give off hydrogensulphide gas (H2S science geeks glayvin!) I thought it would be a cool idea to go up the nearby mountain on the gondala thing they have here and come down the mountain on these luge go-kart style yolks that go really fast! So I bundled E into a taxi and shot off for the $20 trip out to the mountain. ANd the fucker was closed… The return $20 taxi ride was not a happy one and to save money we actually hopped out before the place where we actually wanted to go.
But one door closes and another one opens, we stubmled upon a Belgian bar where there was some some mad jazz infused taiko drumming going on. These guys were savage and made a shit night turn ito a kick-ass one!
