City of Auckland, continued by b1bob
All good things have to come to and end. The wake-up call came at 5.30. At that time, after 4 hours of sleep, mumbling expletives under my breath, cussing the dipsticks at the desk who don't now how to cancel a simple wake-up call. I found out later that Mr. Rath's wake-up call was to be at 6.30, so it was Maria who "out-Rathed" Mr. Rath. Breakfast in the dining room was a real feast in the form of a buffet. There were all styles of eggs, bacon, all kinds of fruits (with juice from each one), all manner of cereals, coffee, tea, and milk. I was a glutton that Sunday morning, 7 July. I ate and drank a little of everything (except for milk which I am allergic). On waiting for the coach, I noticed that some lug nut left the door open when it was cold- some 35°F (2°C) that winter's morning. We got on the bus by 7.00. We passed through downtown Auckland on the way to the countryside, stopping at a volcanic crater in the downtown area to take photos. It bumfuzzled me that our itinerary did not include more time in Auckland.