We woke up to a drizzly morning. We had planned for a hike, but in rain and clouds it did not sound very fun. Paul did not feel like driving, so we booked another night at the motor camp. Hanmer Springs reminds me of Black Butte and Sun River, there are lots of things to rent and take on trails, golf, and do extreme things like bungy jump. The town is surrounded by mountains and has the resort kind of feel. None of the available activities really appealed to us in this weather so we opted for the hot springs! The Hanmer hot springs are great, the facility is clean, there are 8 pools and a large pool with slides for kids. All of the pools are out side, so today was ideal to use them. Each pool has a sign that tells you the temperature, Paul and I first went into the 36 celcius, this felt a bit like warm bath water so we went searching for something warmer. We found it and spent a lot of our time in the 40 celcius pool most of the time with no one else around. The 40 deg pool was much hotter and so relaxing with the drizzle coming down it allowed us to stay very comfortable! Paul stood out like a sore thumb in his knee length board shorts in bright colors, every other guy had black or blue mid thigh length shorts on just like the rugby players. One guy did have a speedo and he pranced around like he was the bee's knees (little did he know he looked ridiculous). We stayed for about 2.5 hours switching between cooling off outside the pools, to soaking in the super hot 40 deg tub then to lounging in the 37 deg pool, it was a perfect rotation.
After our soak we decided it had been such a tough day we'd go out to eat. Got some good NZ food, fish and chips, seafood soup and potato wedges. The potato wedges turned out to be a bit much, they were piled in bacon and cheese then drenched in aioli sauce then on top had a big pile of this sour cream / mayonnaise stuff.
With full bellies and still in relax mode from the hot springs we went back tot he park, washed cloths, read and hung out while our cloths dried hung all over the kitchen/living area. Around dinner time a nice older couple came in and started up conversation. It was really nice at first, they were from the north island and had driven down to Christchurch for a funeral and were interested in telling us stories of old NZ and asking about our plans. As the night grew later and we continued to converse with these two it slowly became mainly listening to David tell story after story that were all generated from the first story and would go on and on and end completely different then where the story began, he would then remember where he was trying to go, start over and end up on a whole different story again not to the original point. We finally got out of the past 11 pm with our ears ringing from David's rambling. Exhausted we slept like babies.
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