After a mostly comfortable night we headed for Rotoroa. Not to be confused with Rotorua!

We met a local in the kitchen here who entertained is with his hitch hiking stories and trapping tales.

He once got picked up by a priest. Who had too much to drink. And decided to not take a chance in the ride and got immediately back out.

And his stories about trapping possums. He and his mate would only keep the brown ones because they would get the most money per pelt. And staying in the bush for months trapping.

He was in the area tramping or as we would say hiking in the area.

Tadmore Valley road

Backyard Emu

Arriving in Rotoroa. Beautiful lake. HUGE sand flies and eels in the lake.