Day 7, Wednesday 11th June 08
A visit to Agrodome would complete anyone's trip to New Zealand. Almost everything that New Zealand represents thrives here. It's a unique kiwi theme park with a different twist for thrill seekers. There are no roller coasters, no machine scary rides that shoot you to the sky or ones that drop you from the sky either. The attractions here are the closest you could get to the real thrill deal. So real that they would make you sign some sort of of liability certificates or something if anything were to happen to you.
One of the kids trying to feed the elpaca.
The dome also houses a working animal and fruit farm. Allowances were given to us to to pet the animals and pick as many fruits as our bags could carry right from the farm. We were taken around the farm on a tram, stopping strategically at various spots to feed and play with animals such as the sheep, beef cattle, red and fallow deer, lamas, alpacas, ostrich and emus. All too friendly to humans' touch, ever ready to be fed and pet. It was a very educational and enriching experience for the kids, being so close to animals heretofore seen only in books.
The highlight of Agrodome was probably the sheep show. We were exposed to all nineteen types of sheep breeds paraded on a specially designed auditorium. All the sheeps were extremely obedient, prancing on stage right on cue. Before the start of the show, the host asked for a show of hands if there were people from Malaysia and we went yay!!! as loud as we could, raising and waving our hands frantically. Rasa macam kat olympic plaks, representing the country he he he. Other attractions were the sheep shearing, the sheepdog demonstration, cow milking and lamb feeding.
At the end of the farm tour, we decided to go round and have a peek at all of the extreme sports venues. There were not many people queuing up for any of the extreme activities and we were having second thoughts too. Our mother forbade us to go on the bungee, so we could either choose the free fall or the zorb, the rest was not within our budget. As the sky was slowly getting darker, so were our thoughts of trying any of the sports. Fidgeting like crazy, we decided to sleep on it and let the morn of morrow be the judge of our final say.
It would be our last day in Rotorua the morn after. Sights of the Rotorua lake have yet to be enjoyed in thorough. Before the sun fully set on us again, which was around 5pm, we dashed to the shores of Rotorua lake. There were not many people like us there, taking a stroll in the freezing temperature of the evening. No joggers,no cyclists and no children around, only 12 standing silhouettes looking over the horizon savouring the scenery of the sunset. The flapping of the swans and the quaking of the ducks were the only sounds that shattered the tranquility of the moment. Night soon approached and so was our hunger. It was time to go back to the motel and cook dinner again...for 12 people! It was terribly cumbersome to "Eenie meenie mynie mo, which Brahim packet is to go?!" tau! hu hu hu.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Day 7, Wednesday 11th June 08
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