We make one last detour on today's travels to a little known, local geo themal pool used mainly by the locals - Butcher's Pool. It is located down a dirt track, in the middle of a farmer's field but there is a changing hut and safety fence and a sign board. The pool was gifted to the local community in 1927 by Mr Butcher, an early settler who arrived in 1894, purchasing 48,000 acres of land. At this time the hot pool was used by the family as a bath! For the second time in one day we disrobe and head towards the murky depths, treading carefully down the algae covered steps. The sun is shining - in fact we couldnt have asked for better weather - and the water is hot hot hot! It is too deep in the middle for the girls to stand up but there is a platform around the edge for them to sit on. Water fizzes and bubbles from the bottom which they say feels like ants crawling up their legs. Who needs expensive spa treatments?!
After lunch we head to Rotorua, the tourist capital of NZ and plan to spend a couple of days here so that we won't have any driving or car time for Rowan's birthday. Sadly we have our worst evening yet trying to find accomodation. We find that the town has many events on this weekend and that much of the available bed space is taken. Either that or the backpackers are grottier than a grotty thing and not ok to spend Rowan;s birthday at. We spend 3 hours on the phone, driving around - jumping in and out of the car viewing rooms and at McDonalds using their free wifi to try and find somewhere to stay. As darkness falls we have all lost our sense of humour and harsh words are exchanged. We end up at the Silver Oaks - a hotel on the outskirts of town and have to head out for supper. Tired and grumpy we head back to the hotel and the girls sleep while Nicole wraps the present not realising the surprise we have in store for us in the morning.
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