Auckland certainly was interesting. A city large enough to have the tallest building in the southern hemisphere, atop which James personally shat himself. The traffic sucks, and this makes the drivers really, really impatient. Either that, or they know we are Australians, and focus their rage specifically at us.

After spending a considerable amount of time trying to find the Sizzler in Manukau, we discovered, to our utter disbelief, that it had been converted into a Denny’s.

On the drive south, we would encounter the only Sizzler left in the country, in that bubbling metropolis, Rotorua. Unfortunately the kiwi vision of siz doesn’t include a salad bar containing anything other than salad; furthermore, the cheese bread is not free.

After braving the stench long enough to get some photographs, we rolled onto Taupo where we stayed for the evening. Stumbling out of bed, bleary-eyed, and considerably later than the required 10.00am checkout time, we paused to smack some golf balls into a freezing headwind at Lake Taupo before rolling on.