After breakfast at the Hawthorne
House, we went out back to
observe as the chickens were fed. |
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We thanked our hosts for their
hospitality and headed north
on our 240 km trek to Rotorua. Before leaving town, we wanted
to attempt another visit to
Esk Vineyards, which had closed up early when we had
made the attempt to visit
the day that we arrived in Napier. Fortunately they
were open so we stopped to
taste wine. I should mention a thing or two
about how we chose the
places that we wanted to visit. Because we only were
able to visit each wine
region for about a day and a half, we can’t possibly
visit all of the vineyards
and we don’t want to waste time visiting the ones that
are mediocre.
Identifying the top ten or so involves getting
recommendations from the locals,
analyzing the wine lists from top restaurants in the
area, and doing research
ahead of time regarding which places have won awards.
The final list also
undergoes further consideration such as whether a
vineyard actually has a
tasting room (surprisingly, many of them don’t), and
whether those tasting
rooms (or cellar
doors as they are
referred to as in New Zealand) are even open when we
visit. Because we like to
visit in the off-season to avoid crowds, sometimes we
miss out on some that don’t
even open until busy season. With that in mind, Esk Valley
was on the list because they
had won an award in Wine Spectator for best sauvignon
blanc in addition to
multiple recommendations from people that we had
spoken with in Marlborough and
Hawke’s Bay. Sue, a local Kiwi and wine
expert, was our guide when we
visited. We tried the sauvignon blanc, which evidently
didn’t have the same
effect on me as it had on the Wine Spectator judges.
However, by our criteria,
we found one that did hit our exceptional
rating and two others that came close. Win.
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I don't think we can overstate
how curvy the roads in New
Zealand are, especially the South Island. Although the
highest speed limits
posted were 100 km (62 mph), most of the time the
first couple of days, we
never got above 50 km (31 mph). Lorna could not really
take a good look at the
scenery since she was concentrating on the curves,
many of which had steep drop
offs. New Zealand also only has two lane roads 99% of
the time, so if you are
going too slow, you have to find a place to pull over
to let cars go by, and
people show their appreciation by honking (in a good
way). Upon arrival in Rotorua, we
found our accommodations and
checked in. The house was in the center of town and
was indistinguishable from
the adjacent homes with the exception of the Springs sign out front, identifying it
as our destination. Our
hosts, Murray and Colleen, were very friendly and
accommodating. After settling in, we walked
down town to a restaurant that
Colleen had recommended. We had an excellent supper of
terakihi, a local white
fish that many restaurants server, and lamb. The
downtown area had a pervasive
stench of rotten dumpster, which turned out to be
sulphur from the natural hot
springs in the area. Although the locals have gotten
used to it, tourists don’t
regard it as a memorable quality of a visit to
Rototua. Well, some might but we
didn’t. |