This, without a shadow of doubt, has to be the strangest, most bizarre, oddest place I have ever stayed. The accommodation offered was a Hobbit hole, a railway carriage, a Bristol bomber or a WW2 patrol ship.
Due to current family configuration we found ourselves in the rear section of a re-furbed Kiwi WW2 patrol ship.
Must confess that I didn't see that one coming when I was booking places to stay.
Still, what an awesome place, and with hindsight I can say that no trip to New Zealand is complete without a stay on a land locked old iron tub.
Needless to say the jokes have been rife with quips port starboard and centre. Jocelyn even welcomed into the unit by saying "permission to come aboard Daddy"!!
But by far the most amusing thong was seeing the door into Richard and Christine's bedroom....
It's about 4ft high!! Still, at least the mother-in-law didn't have to duck!
A 'stern' look delivered after that gag...
So from the high seas of land locked Waitomo, good night; tales of black water rafting to follow (google it!)
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