Giant tourist buses fly past me down the hill towards Rotorua, irritated that a two-wheeled vehicle without an engine dares to use their road. As I get closer, it smells as if the city needs to have its nappy changed. Everywhere I look there are bubbling pools of mud puffing out sulphurous fumes in my direction. Suddenly I am engulfed in it all… Where am I? Will I ever be able to get out of this place?
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