I am in Hamilton today, after a marathon trip to Cape Reigna. On Friday I stayed at a little place called to Turangi with the intention of heading to the hot springs and lovely geothermal awesomeness of Rotorua the next day. That evening I was making some grilled cheese sandwiches and like a good little chef, moved my pan off the hot burner when finished. I did not notice the toaster cord dangling over the other burner that I had moved the pan on to. Five minutes later there was a very large spark and a small jet of flame as the pan melted through the cord and made conact with the live electrical wire. The breaker tripped and we were thrown into darkness. Suffice to say that the toaster was toast and I was $50 poorer as a result. I was still a bit cranky in the morning so went for a quick drive south to check out the volcano they used as Mt. Doom in Lord of the Rings.
Half way there I realized I still had the key from the stupid hostel so I had to turn back and return it, since I wasn't sure if he would charge my credit card for the replacement. Arrrggggh. I was no longer in the mood for geothermal awesomeness and did what I usually do when I am not having a good time- drive a long ass distance. These are hard to come by in New Zealand, but the trip to the northern tip of the country did the trick, clocking out at adjust under 8 hours from my location at the time. I got there at 9:30pm and slept in the car, since it was actually warm enough to do so. Northern New Zealand rarely gets below 10 degrees in the coldest months so I was not so worried about freezing as in the South Island. After watching the sunrise over the lighthouse (very pretty) and checking out the cool whirlpools created where the Tasman Sea meets the Pacific Ocean, I headed back. I got to Hamilton yesterday afternoon and had a relaxing evening at a cool hostel with nary a toaster in sight (I think it was in the cupboard somewhere). Stupid toasters.
-A.
PS: Pardon the puns- I just can't help myself
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