I’m sure that somewhere in my ancestry I was born wealthy and privileged. Why? Because of how easily I feel at home at the Chateau Tongariro with the grand furnishings, chandeliers, pianist tinkling away in the corner, and staff to cater for every need. Then I come back down to earth with a thump, and think, who am I kidding? If I was around in earlier times, I probably would have been one of those serving wenches, or perhaps a washer woman, not one of the rich and famous.
But we are at the Chateau for lunch, and while there, I made sure I enjoyed the experience. The Chateau Tongiriro was built in 1929 and added to over the years. It is a wonderfully romantic looking building, hinting of grandeur and the famous guests of earlier years.
We were there to lunch with a group from the Levin Lions. Robin’s brother Gary is President of the Levin Waiopehu Lions Club, and some of the members and spouses were planning a social weekend in National Park. Gary thought we might be interested in joining them too. And why not – we were on our way to Hamilton so it worked out well.
In the lounge
The buffet lunch had plenty for all tastes, soup, salads, a hot carvery and desserts. The dining room was full, there was our group of about 20, and two bus loads of Japanese tourists. Lunch over, and fully sated we said our goodbyes. While the others were driving back home, we are staying on at our camp site, and continuing our caravan trip to Hamilton tomorrow.
So that means that I will not be home to play my UFO game of rolling the dice on Monday. But never fear, I have packed both my knitting bag and my stitching bag to take away with me. I’ve already done a little stitching, and now that the rain has set in, perhaps a few rows of knitting might be in order.