Waitomo, New Zealand
Yawning and stretching as I clambered down from Jimi onto the cold farmyard earth so bright and early was a delight. The cows and horses were pointedly staring at us and lambs could be heard a short distance away.
We had to collect a parcel from Auckland later in the day, as it had failed to be delivered three consecutive times. With a little more haste injected into our day we scoffed down some beans on toast and were on our way.
Arriving at Waitomo caves the ...