Rotokare

Heading into Eltham, I was distracted by the big sign claiming that I hadn't lived if I haven't been to their local lake Rotokare. I decided to have a look. Had I known it was about 20 Km off the main road I probably wouldn't have bothered, but in fact it's rather pleasant. You ride through endless rolling hills covered with the fuzzy green animal food endemic in this region, and the when it's really starting to get dark, lo! A patch of old bush, a sharp descent and lo! again, a wee splat-shaped lake designed for water skiing. How groovy. There were pukekos!