After a few hours on the bus, several stops in small towns, and lots of green countryside, we were nearing the place I had learned about on television last night. Rotorua. I was intrigued by what I had seen so far about this town, and I had planned on disembarking this bus when we arrived there.
After hours of chatting with Sage, I learned that she lived in Rotorua, well, just outside of Rotorua in a lakeside community near a forested area. After learning that I had nowhere to stay, she offered for me to stay at her place. I was wary of strangers, and I was in a country on the other side of the world in a vulnerable position where I couldn’t shift if the need had arisen, so I politely declined. She had given me a few ideas of good accommodation to consider, which I appreciated.
She had a
