Adventures in New Zealand #22 - In the House of Tom Bombadil (09/07/2014)
Once again it’s been far too long since I’ve written one of these, I’m very behind - so let’s sprint to the finish so we can catch up to the present.
So to recap, previously I had to make a phone call to arrange to stay in our next (unplanned) destination, Turangi. The original plan had us staying at a camp site part way to Turangi, then walking through the town the next day on our way to the final stop. As covered previously, that plan was thrown out some time ago. Annoyingly during the phone call it transpired the hostel owner, Ian was coming to Taupo and could have given us a lift, but having already bought non-refundable bus tickets we declined the offer.
Anyway, away we went on the bus once again.
On arrival in Turangi, a quaint, quiet town, we were met with quite a surprise.
Ian was at the bus stop waiting for us, and immediately picked us out from the other passengers - I hadn’t even mentioned what time we’d be arriving, but there was only one bus that day and not many people got off. We jumped into the truck with his dog, and were soon at the A Plus Samurai Lodge - a name right up my street.
The name of this entry comes from an early chapter in the Fellowship of the Ring, seldom used in any adaptation due to it’s almost abrupt halting of the plot and relative insignificance to the story as a whole. The focus of said chapter is a character called Tom Bombadil, a larger than life, jolly man who welcomes the Hobbit’s into his home. Ian was the perfect embodiment of Tom. The hostel itself also doubled as his family home and it felt like a home - the coziest and most welcoming place we had stayed on our whole journey.
Ian also went out of his way to introduce all the different visitors to each other and encouraged us to talk and interact - a welcome change, and the evening was spent sat in the kitchen socialising with the many other people there - including the same English traveller I had met in Rotorua, a small world indeed!
We also went on a walk around the rivers and hill’s on the outskirts of the town, on Ian’s recommendation, which was lovely and picturesque - though far longer than anticipated with night falling halfway up a hill, leaving us to navigate back in the dark.
On the way back we encountered a goat in the street. No explanation. It was just there. And was never seen again afterwards. Was rather creepy it must be said.
The last thing to mention was the decoration of the hostel - the walls, inside and out, were covered in different paintings by people who had stayed, including my personal favourites, Link from the Legend of Zelda, and characters from Lord of the Rings.
Turangi was easily my favourite place to stay out of everywhere I’ve been in New Zealand so far, and when I redo my walk, I’ll be sure to make a point of staying there again
Final note: I found this bladed, spiky spatula in the kitchen. Never seen such a thing before in my life so felt the need to photograph it. It looks deadly!
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