Great Adventure Day 3

8:00 - yep, more yummy bread! And, more rugby . . . . and more views. So predictable now.

However, here's what's unpredictable. . . . Great Barrier somehow gets Aljazzera TV on this morning! This happened to be on the channel that, on the previous day, was broadcasting the rugby. We thought for a few moments NZ had been invaded by Muslims overnight. We soon found the rugby on a different station (there are only 5, so this was a bit bizarre). Oh well, we chocked that up to 'interesting island life.'

After another leisurely morning, we were off to a two hour roundtrip walk to the island's hot springs. All along this creek there are little pools where you can sit and enjoy the hot, steamy water. Rod stripped down to his skivvies - I put my feet in. It was a very unique experience.


Back from the hot springs, we took naps, watched another movie and got ready for dinner. We were booked in at another lodge called, Earthsong. A 25 minute drive and we turn onto a driveway that is a track several times worse than the one at our cottage - we wouldn't have thought this to be possible!

The lodge is made of hay bales as insulation and has a cozy feel to it. I'm served a Cosmopolitan (dangerous drink, so I decide to only have one!) while Rod sips on some wine. We are dining with Sue and Zane this evening - a couple our age from Auckland.

Turns out the chef at Earthsong has cooked all over the world and is a member of the Slow Food movement. And it was slow - - we started at 6:30 and ended at 10:30. As he served each course (there were 5), he described how he cooked it and the ingredients in the dish. Each thing had amazing flavours. Slow food is about great flavours, small servings and tastes that get more intense with each course. It worked . . . the chef told us we should be able to eat dinner but still feel like getting up and dancing at the end! Don't know about that, but felt good by the time I finished my rhubarb cake.

Back to the cottage for the final of Midnight Movie Madness and off to bed.

Heather

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