Taihape town hall
Today's route (click here to view map if reading in email):
We'd been ascending slightly and our ears were popping. I check in with Art's altimeter app to see we're at 3000 feet.
At about the halfway point, it's time for a bathroom stop, a stretch, and a visit to the coffee hut for an on-the-road flat white. This was an exceptional coffee, freshly ground from her bean funnel.
On Lake Taupo we find a brand new motel studio that has everything we need except an oven. The hob (cooktop) is over on the right, one smooth piece of black glass with no dials--only digital hieroglyphics that one pushes, in my case with zero luck. I had to get the proprietor to show us how it worked. "We would never install this type of hob again," he confided on the walk to our unit (no kidding, I said to myself, clearly not the first person to ask).
Without an oven, we cooked the lamb in that awful teflon electric frypan. The sweet potatoes too, because I couldn't get the stove-top to work.