After finding two award-winning sausage rolls at a local bread maker (Volare), we ventured to the Waitomo Glowworm Caves. The caves themselves were pretty dope, however the human beings that don’t understand basic “don’t be loud in a glowworm cave” instructions were infuriating. Brevin’s favorite part was the boat portion of the tour, where our tour guide pulled the 20-something of us in a boat by rope attached to the ceiling of the cave through complete darkness. The glowworms were basically like clusters of stars in the sky circa 259 BCE, before light pollution ruined the aesthetic of the stars themselves, before we as human beings destroyed everything that is beautiful on this earth. Also, there was kiwi fruit pavlova ice cream.
We then made our way to a Kiwi conservatory, where we barely and briefly saw the beak of one kiwi for about 5 seconds, in the mostly pitch black. Who knew they were nocturnal? And apparently the prey of ferrets. For dinner we were mildly disappointed in our fancy reservation at Palate, but at least our view was a lovely one of the River Walk. Also Brevin almost died from ingesting Sherry into his lungs.
A quick evening trip to the grocery store to acquire some local candies, and fawn over a giant container of passion fruit Mountain Dew, was had. And minus one point to New Zealand for not having fun cereal.
