Tonight I escaped from the 15 story death elevator--Houdini couldn't solve that one--and it'll be two days before I get to blog it. Someone tell Bill Bailey to watch for it--for professional reasons.
We have many photos and videos that we could never post, but the Waitomo glow worms cannot be photographed. Here is the temporary entrance to the cave.
A big thank you to Ms. A. C. for suggesting this cave tour. The life cycle for these cave-dwelling glow worms is definitely a head-scratcher. Is their nine-months feeding the build up to a single reproductive moment? Or is that single moment a small price paid for nine months of great fishing? Depends on whether you prefer fishing or reproducing, I guess.
The worms let down lines, capture prey, and reel them in. Good eatin, yummy.
Speaking of yummy, we ate at Relish on Saturday night. The food was good, but hard to photograph. Our Sunday lunch between the Waitomo worm cave and the Polynesian Spa was a little lunch cafe somewhere in between. We stopped so I could recaffeinate with a flat-white and the food looked too good to miss.
This was my spinach/pine nut/egg tart--like a tiny queche--with a berry sauce on the side and a light salad next door.
Real men don't eat queche--let alone spell it correctly--but they do eat spinach/pine nut/egg tarts!
We spent more than an hour in the healing waters at the Polynesian spa. We chose the family room as the low cost option--splurge for the real spa with the lake view and multiple hot pools. You won't regret it.
We slept, but had to rise early on Monday. The ferry-adjacent auto rental agencies close at 5 p.m. and they do not have a night drop. We had to see Hobbiton on our return to Auckland.
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