When we woke up on Tuesday we were like kids at Christmas. It was luging time! We had a go at this when we visited Rotorua before (and again in Queenstown in the South Island), and absolutely loved it.
We’re no adrenaline junkies by any means, but we defy anyone not to love this activity. What could be more fun than hurtling down a track surrounded by forest in a 3 wheeled cart, 2 centimetres from the ground?
We have a video on the site of Di speeding down the track.
After doing 7 runs, we managed to tear ourselves away and go and do some boring stuff, like buy groceries. Even that turned out to be a laugh.
Firstly, I was almost dancing on the checkout at Pac ‘n’ Save when the operator asked her supervisor if she needed to see my ID. My eyes lit up and I smiled smugly, only to be told ‘err, no’. Cue grumpy face.
Secondly, I went out to the car park expecting to see Angus in the campervan, but he wasn’t there. Next thing, I hear some whistling. I turn around and there’s Angus with Pete and David! We had a good chinwag (they were freedom camping for a couple of nights) and said we’d keep in touch before saying cheerio again.
We then retired to the holiday park for the night to try and charge up some of our tech equipment in the guest lounge (whilst watching a dodgy film with Antony Hopkins and a man-hunting grizzly bear).
One more trip in the campervan to go, to Hobbiton, home of Bilbo Baggins and then to see the Glow Worm Caves.
