Only an architect would travel half way round the world to visit a toilet. Hundertwasser speaks to me with his quirky organic shapes and colors. He enlisted help of the locals to build this and his influence is visible all through town (all of 3 blocks).
We rode bicycles on a rail trail from Opua to Kawa Kawa, 12k each way. With all the rain we've had, the path was under waist-high water about half way through which meant we had to tackle the NZ hills, no shoulder to speak of and traffic going 100kmh. But people here are so nice. On my way back to Opua, after coming off the biggest winding hill, there was a car parked and a woman standing by her car. She had stopped and waited for me to apologize for coming so close. Then she invited us to her house for dinner. Kind of like Belfast, Maine, except you can grow avocados here.
Hundertwasser's public toilets
concrete couch, entrance to sculpture maze behind it
A sketch of the bike trail near Opua.