Went and saw Huka Falls today, as well as an old Maori hot spring. Apparently the local folks who own the only breakfast diner in town have never heard of biscuits and gravy. So I ate an egg and bacon pie. Not too shabby, but a little gravy would have gone down nicely; greased the wheels, if you will. Stopped and spent an hour on the beach of lake Toupei, the biggest lake in New Zealand. The entire beach is made of quartz and pumice stone. Skipping rocks that float sort of felt like cheating. The locals don't much care for "Staties" apparently. Most of them lost interest after hearing the California accent. But that egg pie thing gave me pretty gnarly gas, so that might've had something to do with it.