Our Rotorua accommodation had about this many steps outside the building.
Our host met us and offered to carry our cases in.
We had just completed a 1.8 kilometre walk,
over a geothermal area where handrails were few and far between.
I was also told, by the builder, that there are 666 steps in the walk.
Presumably 333 steps up and 333 steps down.
An hour or so driving and my knees were begging for mercy.
Sans luggage, I almost bounded up the outside steps
only to be greeted by this staircase inside.
AND at the top of this staircase was another…as long and steep.
Finally our room door.
It was opened and there was another staircase,
only 4 steps into the room.
At this point our host, seeing my struggles with the stairs
asked if we would like a ground floor room.
My knees were doing cartwheels…in their imagination!
Why in the name of fortune had he not made the offer
prior to scaling these steps.
The resident donkey came over to bid us farewell.
Although I really think it was contemplating one of
the apples we were told we could feed it.
As much as I like large dogs it took me about three seconds,
on the shore of Lake Taupo, to decide his Newfoundland,
as nice as it was, was not my type of dog.