SPIRE CLUB FULL

When I had earlier mentioned that a full ashtray had been left on our balcony (the previous guest obviously missing a few neurons to smoke in the winter freeze) and that there was only one pair of fluffy slippers in the cupboard (I hadn't slipped mine into my luggage, honest), her sincere apology was all the reassurance required to prove that these sorts of oversights are as rare as hen's teeth at the Spire.Р”Р„nd here we are, at the risk of becoming The Difficult Guests, asking forР’В mission impossible: find us a Queenstown tour that doesn't revolve around hobbits. She has the kind of demeanour that hotel operators dream about: calm, efficient and naturally pleasant. I'm beginning to realise not much fazesР’В Gemma, outwardly, at least.

And the late 2012 arrival of the trilogy's prequel, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, has only increased the likelihood of obsessive fans occupying the seat next to you.Р”В«ut Gemma doesn't seem fazed. Problem is, the pamphlets we've picked up seem to imply every tour revolves around Peter Jackson and the making of The Lord of the Rings. He has nothing against the series that keeps theР’В Kiwi coffers ticking over РІР‚вЂњ he's rather worryingly fond of orcs, in fact РІР‚вЂњ but he does not want to share a bus with a bunch of wannabe elves and hobbits rabbiting on about Isengard.

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