Before this last Homestead relocation, weekends would often find us loading up the Homestead Mobile and heading off on some form of adventure. As these jaunts generally culminated in capering on beaches, the move to our current location rendered the need to drive for a couple of hours to breathe the briny air redundant, and adventures kind of fell by the wayside. Recently, however, spurred in part by Maori Television’s programme, Native Kitchen, which is filmed in our old stomping ground and Farm Girl’s place of birth: Rotorua, in part by her place of birth cropping up in general conversation in the Kauri Room at The Kingdom of Nova, and also by the certainty that we’ll soon be neck deep in our busy season, it was decided an adventure was well overdue. Firstly, we had to consider the menagerie. We’ve mentioned our neighbours before, haven’t we? Used words like awesome and wonderful? Huge, huge thanks to Mrs Ezekiel Tigerlily for keeping the beasties fed and watered, especially in the wake of Miss Ruby Goat’s medical attention-seeking earlier in the week. Yes, we truly know how lucky we are.
So it was, assured that Ruby was content and well (although her vision is still not 100%) and that her paddock pals were looking out for her, we were convinced not to cash our tickets in and headed out to the airport to catch the red-eye to Sulphur City. This was the first trip back for a couple of us, so a long list of “must sees” had been compiled.
We’d knocked off all the schools, the old Homestead, and the site of a great many Farmer foot-balling triumphs by morning tea time
during which it became apparent that Farm Girl, despite her first breaths being taken in the heart of this thermal wonderland, was truly struggling with Rotorua’s unique bouquet.
Still, ever the trooper, she allowed us to continue on with our tour. When the wind was blowing in the right direction, she became her normal, fun-loving self
which it thankfully was when we visited Ohinemutu, where Native Kitchen was filmed.
with the etched window being the highlight for Farm Girl – and the rest of us too
The wind became fluky as we checked out the old waka (canoe) by Lake Rotorua, causing Farm Girl’s colour to fade
and the most iconic view of Rotorua
And this is where Farm Girl became unstuck. She was too tired and it was too smelly! Acknowledging that enough was enough, we retired to our accommodation.
Some ventured out that night
while some chose a more relaxed evening, and in the morning, after a good sleep, Farm Girl was back on deck.
so we could all enjoy breakfast at an old favourite, Le Cafe de Paris, which is still just as wonderful as we remembered it to be.
Our last stop before heading home was The Redwoods
where we all stretched our legs
after shaking hands with the yarn-bombed locals, and heading for home, where the Homestead (and Spring) awaited us.