Last day in Gisborne - Rotorua

While Colin and Gill bring their grand children back to the airport, I am in charge of feeding the animals. Those 2 little monsters will manage to escape, we are still not sure how.
Not easy to chase them on all the tracks running through the trees, but fortunately, they will be pushed back to the corral before reaching the road.

 



Then Colin drives me to town, in order to show me the harbour when he used to work, the tiny airport where 19 seats planes take people to Auckland and Wellington, the beach where he likes going for a ride, the huge indoor arena of the equestrian center, the former jail (where you could rent a cell for the night when there were "vacancies"), and beautiful lookouts on the bay and on the vineyards & fields of avocados, oranges...

In the afternoon, the temperature hits 34°C, it is getting hard, even with the wind, so we eventually take the dogs to the beach, in order to let them have a bath.

Time to say goodbye, hit the road again, leave Gisborne and go back to Opotiki.

As soon you get to Rotorua, a delicious smell of sulfur / boiled eggs / rotten eggs - call it what you want - fills in the car. Boy, it smells!