Hot Cross Sandals

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After lunch we walked around a Maori village which had random bubbling pools and concrete vents dotted among their gardens
Wandering back through a park with Easter stalls, Ed decided to spend some of his holiday money on a red and black wooden knife. This took us close to the Roturua's high street, so I went in search of some sandals to replace the ones that have split and are on borrowed time.
The rain came on which put paid to any rides in a luge.

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