At last! The place I've been hearing so much about. It lived up to and surpassed its reputation. Many visitors come so close, but are thwarted by tide times. We hit it just right and were only stymied by a few rogue waves which dissolved some walls of our little tub o' warmth.
Young strapping Sandra, our German chauffeur, did most of the digging while I supplied the spade hire (translation - rent a shovel) and brewskis. Wish we'd had the expertise of the lesbians at the next pool who were building a little Fort Knox. Obviously they knew a thing or two about building. Classic. :)
I believe the water under the sand is something like 64degC. It's actually bubbling and VERY hot (as in burn your feet hot). Freaky.
Mix with cool water and Kiwi beer et voila! Fantabulous people-watching too.
You could say now that my work here in New Zealand is done. Everything from here forward is, well, gravy.
Young strapping Sandra, our German chauffeur, did most of the digging while I supplied the spade hire (translation - rent a shovel) and brewskis. Wish we'd had the expertise of the lesbians at the next pool who were building a little Fort Knox. Obviously they knew a thing or two about building. Classic. :)
I believe the water under the sand is something like 64degC. It's actually bubbling and VERY hot (as in burn your feet hot). Freaky.
Mix with cool water and Kiwi beer et voila! Fantabulous people-watching too.
You could say now that my work here in New Zealand is done. Everything from here forward is, well, gravy.
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