After a nice and relaxing afternoon in the hot stream of Taupo, we headed to Whakhapapa Village. Well, that's what we intended to but ended up to this small town, Waiouru.
The state highway we took just before we reached this place was a 'Desert Road', literally a desert highway. We could see nothing, hardly any cars passing by, no plants or animals, nothing living but deserted. It was about 35km through Rangipo desert to Turangi which is the southern end of Lake Taupo. We thought we would get to nothing but when we saw this small cluster of a police station, petrol station, half a dozen of cafe/restaurants along the highway, there was a sigh of relief. I went in to a small cafe just opposite the petrol station and asked this chinese lady working in a kitchen how much a small container of rice would cost. She said 10 bucks and she gave me this look like 10 bucks for a container of rice is cheap. "Where on earth am I in?", I talked to myself. Anyway, there were motels in the town, two of them. One had a big sign on the front door saying, they are closed on Sundays. Since it was late, we had nowhere to go but this only motel in the town.
So, this 75 year old english owner of the motel helped us, get the rooms heat up pretty quick and also with other things. After he is done with everything, he gave my dad a compliment; he goes, " I dont normally do this sir, but your daughters are beautiful. I wish I was in 30's." We three sisters couldn't help but laugh, out loud, really loud. We roar the town in this case. Haha!
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| The roads would be foggy most of the time, when it is not, it's colorful. |
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| By the time we stopped for this birdy, it was gone miles away. |
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| Sheep and more sheep, everywhere you go. |
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| Waiouru Motel |
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| Morning view from the motel window. |
