Once again, I woke at 5:00. This time, at least, I wasn't gasping for breath; the inhalers had done that much good. I'd planned to get up at 5:30, so there wasn't much harm done. I did some last-minute packing, ate breakfast, left messages for Jim on Chatzy, and was at the bus stop by 7:15. To my delighted surprise, the Rotorua-Auckland trip went perfectly. I got my favorite seat on the bus (left front), and there were never more than eleven passengers so we were all pleasantly uncrowded. My shoulder was well braced, not least because the driver was very firm about my wearing a seatbelt. I could barely fit into the belt, but I could fit, so I wore it. The driver began his commentary by referring to Rotorua as "this little corner of
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