Day 2...

in Big Brother's car and we've pitched up in Taupo (pronounced Toe-paw. Why do some countries insist on these silly pronouciations? What's wrong with phonetic spelling like Worcestershire and Loogaborooga?)

The flight was far longer than reasonable and entirely uneventful so we'll skip past that. Arrived and headed straight to Rotarua where we began the holiday by flirting with death, or at least mild injury, by going on a 'luge' track. This is basically small plastic go-karts with minimal steering and brakes which you use to go down a steep concrete track. Cracking fun and breaking all number of health and safety regulations, if this country has such things.

Next up were some picturey-type places with the rivers and the waterfalls and the hey hey hey. It's already apparent that we'll end this holiday with a lots of pics of each of us taking pics, as we both keep taking them of each other. It's called bonding I think. Then it was into Taupo (pronounced Tao-po as well to keep things easy) for beer and curry. That's the best bit about holidays, sampling the local culture. I tell you, they have a pretty crazy idea of what a Jalfrezi should be.

Today was the thermal springs near Rotarua and it was mighty fine. I'd try to describe them but a picture paintes a thouhsand words so I have the equivalent of War and Peace on my SD card. Suffice to say I have never seen anything like it. Mind you it's not that surprising as if there's a set of geyzers in England then it's a bloody well kept secret.

Tomorrow's on to Welly for 20/20 cricket and the odd pint or two.

As you were.