Leaving Rotorua sort of and on the Cambridge

Thursday 27th

Before we left Rotorua we had to do it.  Yes, we had to go and spend the morning in the Polynesian Spa.  It smelt of rotten eggs but we were seriously informed that it was good for our skin, bones, joints and if you believe the literature, will make your teeth tighten up! don't ask.

So we sat there for three hours in various pools of hot, hotter, and bloody hell I can't sit in this water.  The spa overlooks Rotorua Bay, which is a bit strange as it has islands of hot steam coming up all around.  It did have a lot of bird life which didn't seem to mind the steam jets and pong.  A thoroughly enjoyable three hours and I would have liked to have stayed all day, but would have been in a comatose condition.

View from one of the spa pools

Our destination now was to visit Rachel and Max.  Rachel used to live in Farnham,  but left the UK 10 years ago with little Morgan a babe in arms.  Now with Max they live in Cambridge with the addition of wee sausage or Eva for short.

Unfortunately along the way there was another flying incident in the van, this time with strawberry yoghurt, not a very nice thing to have to clean up from the walls and floor.... icky

Anyway, a fab evening had with the Maxwell clan and their neighbours.  I've got some great games to play care of Morgan, thanks,  Eva is a top artist with dot pens, munchies of local fish caught and smoked by Max, followed by ace BBQ, and of course too much wine, just don't know when to stop, and it was great to see Rachel (the cup cake queen)  again, she hadn't changed a bit, a lovely as ever.

Can easily say one of the best camps we've stayed in, nice and quiet with free use of the luxurious facilities at any time, together with a selection of Clarins products!   Can I stay again please.

The one thing I didn't get was a picture of you guys, so will have to put that right  before we go home.