Feb. 26th 2009

OK. Day after our first trek... My legs are a little like jello but not as bad as I expected. We get to know the owners of the small motel that we are staying at.
They were fantastic. They bought the little motel in Turangi about a year ago after selling their apple farm. The small town of Turangi is known as the fly fishing 
capital of the world. We didn't get to fish because of the time constraints we had on getting the rent-a-car back to the wellington airport.

We stop in a small town called National Park Village for some food and drank. It was a great little bar that serves as a base camp for the night life when the ski season
is upon them. It reminded me allot of the little pubs in the Breckenridge, Colorado. We head on and are taking a look at cars for sale along the way. We decided to call it a
night in a town called Bulls. Allot of the bars here also have a hotel usually above the bar (just like J's bistro), and if your in a really small town there is only one bar. This making it only one hotel to stay at in these small towns. They 
are nice but you will hear the party at full blast till they start running the locals out around one or two in the morning.