Roadtripping to Rotorua

On Friday, I got the text message that I was desperately hoping for – a rental was finally secured and all I had to do was be packed and ready to head to Rotorua right after work.  Full of glee, I ran home during my lunch hour and did my best to throw the must needed items into a backpack and then spent the rest of the afternoon counting down the minutes until the weekend.  The plan was to drive in the direction of Rotorua and the rest would magically work itself out.  

Time to pull out the map to leave Aucks!

Looking back now, it’s a little funny on how leaving the city proved to be much harder than we first anticipated.  We drove around Auckland in circles looking for a way onto the motorway.  In the half hour that it took to figure this out, we managed to stall the car on a hill or two as well as cut off/block kiwis on their way home from work.  Thankfully, it didn’t take much to adjust as we had an expert behind the wheel and we were off on a road trip of a lifetime! 

We made it into Rotorua in record time but then like clockwork it was time for us to get lost again.  As we looked for a place to crash – it seems like an almost impossible mission to find a hostel for the night.  The only one we repeatedly kept driving by was BASE but everyone in the car agreed that we were boycotting that particular chain of hostels.  After driving up and down a handful of streets repeatedly, we finally stopped a backpackers within the main area and went in to see if they’d take us in.  As we stepped out of the car, we were hit with the magnificent scent of Rotorua.  If this blog could be a scratch ‘n sniff, I would share the beauty of the smell but the best way I can describe it is that it smells just like egg farts.

Sadly, the egg fart smell of Rotorua did not compare to smell that eagerly awaited us in our room.  When we checked in, we stupidly made the assumption that it would be just the four of us in a room.  This was not the case.  When we opened the door to our room, we were hit with the all too familiar smell of boy stink!  The version of boy stink in Rotorua is hands down the worst I have been exposed to this far in life.  Let’s just say that the next morning, I was excited to breathe in the eggy aroma of Rotorua as it was refreshing to the smell that was found in our room that first night in Rotorua.

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