Geez. Rotorua was a lot of fun. Went to TWO 21st birthday parties, one of my ex-roommates and one of the girl whose room I rented over the summer, but didn’t really meet much. Americans, the Kiwi parties put ours to shame! To shame! Tons of food, still MORE alcohol, lots of music, and many heartfelt speeches.
I took a couple snaps with the Holga; we’ll see if any come out. Pic above taken with la digi, it’s of this crazy Dutch candy ex-roommate Kevin and I bought at a Dutch candy store. Yeah, the kind with 30 different kinds of licorice. XXX Salty. Each piece nastier than the last. But in deceptively beautiful wrapping!
Rotorua stinks to high heaven of sulphur, from the many hot springs in the area. Apparently you get used to it in a couple of days, and can’t notice it any more. I loved the strangeness of the smell. And there is pumice everywhere! Floating in the water like nobody’s business. Interesting place, Rotorua. I want to go back.