Located up the hill, City Lights the Rotorua BnB, was a fifteen-minute drive from the city center. It was a rectangular house with a red door. We were greeted by the owner, Naomi, and her adorable dog, Jelly. She showed us around and by the time she left, I had fallen in love with the place.
I have wanted to stay on a farm ever since I played Harvest Moon in high school (it’s sorta like Farmville, only better) and competed against schoolmates. There was a period of time when we reported how many cows, chicken, and sheep we had every morning once we reached the classroom. Retrospectively, it was not the best use of our education money, but hey, at least we were pretending to be the most successful entrepreneur among ourselves, though the only job available was farming. Later, when Farmville became famous, I played it for a while at work, before I got bored and started reading blogs instead while still harboring the desire to stay on a farm. So you can imagine my excitement when we “accidentally” stayed at one.
We booked our accommodation, a backpacker hostel, in the Rotorua city center. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I guess, at the last minute Agoda called to inform us that the place was not available and they would like to help us to book another place. With half an hour left before checking-in, we booked the City Lights Boutique Lodge.
I really liked the living room. It had a tall bookshelf and a fireplace surrounded by big sofas for you to snuggle in. It also had a small study table with a laptop in the corner, but I doubt you would want to think about the outside world when you are here.
The bedroom was marvelous. It was a comfortably sized room with a glass door that overlooked the entire town and glass windows facing a small garden and the farm. The bed was so soft, it reminded me of Westin’s. In the bathroom, they didn’t put the four identical-harsh to your skin-but still worth stealing toiletry bottles we usually find in every hotel. It was all-natural yummy smelling Kiwi made products and all I can say is that it was better than my own skincare range.
We also explored the farm, actually, it’s not really like Farmville since there were only three pet black alpacas (alpacas are like a llama, only cuter) whose wool has been shed and collected for the last four years to be made as blankets, but the neighbors had sheep and cows. So yeah, almost Farmville like.
In the evening, we went to downtown Rotorua for dinner and drinks at this new establishment called the Eat Streat. By the time I got drunk (good wines were cheap in New Zealand) and came back, it was dark and we could see the whole town lit up from our bedroom and thus the name, City Lights.
The next day, Naomi made us breakfast. There were cheese, fruits, homemade muesli, yogurt, bread, the whole spread. It was served with juice and coffee of our choice. Let me tell you, her flat-white was the best cup of coffee I had in New Zealand. It made me stop drinking coffee in Auckland for a while because nothing came close to hers. We spent some time chitchatting about our lives. I didn’t take a picture of the delicious breakfast spread because it felt politically incorrect to Instagram food prepared by someone right in front of them. Unless they are your partner because they must have tolerated your impoliteness from the beginning.
Good companions with tasty breakfast served in front of a breathtaking view. It was a memorable morning.