Friday, 11 August 2017

That was....

                                         THAT WAS ROTORUA

Remember when we got out of the car and her gross smell reached for me? Remember how her soggy wet carpet leaked in my old smelly shoes? That was Rotorua. Remember how the stacks of warm pancakes waited for us on the fresh warm white plaits? Remember how the zorbe span round and round like a washing machine? That was Rotorua. Remember there was a big queue 
for the changing rooms at the zorbe? Do you remember How the car yelled at us well we turned the key? That was Rotorua.


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