Lake Rotoma Camp The calm gentle breeze upon the water as I enter the camp ground. I smell the delicious ripe food as I walk towards the marquee. Crashing and splashing as I jump off my wobbly kayak. The warm dry sand as it sticks to my gentle feet. I taste our last meal as it rushes down my aching sore throat into my rumbling tummy. I think Lake Rotoma is amazing. Rawinia