The monster truck.
Spent the morning at the Campervan (RV) check in office; they were disorganized and had many customers waiting in a long line. We must have spent four hours there. But eventually we had our enormous truck and were driving down the left hand side of the road on our way.
The van was much bigger than I had imagined it would be, but it has a TV, DVD, microwave, stove, toaster-oven, toilet, shower, and three double beds so I guess it has to be big.
There are not only lots of sheep but cows too, in New Zealand.
The drive to Rotorua was a learning experience. Julia and I split the two hour and thirty minute drive and both had to get used to the length of the truck. Strangely, getting used to driving on the left hand side of the road again was not a problem for either of us.
But maneuvering the monster truck was indeed daunting. We arrived at the RV Park in Rotorua with no mishaps and in time to take a sort walk into town before dinner. We used the kitchen in the monster truck and made a wonderful dinner, drank some lovely wine, and went to bed dreaming of electric sheep. (You have to be a fan of the film Blade Runner)