Rotorua Mini Suites
Travel Blogs from Rotorua
Lush Green Pasturelands of the North Island
... beautiful gardens. After traveling a bit further, we stopped for ice cream (it is dairy country) and then walked along a pristine spring-fed stream with perfectly clear water and green hills all around. We arrived in Rotorua around 5:00. Rotorua is built in an ancient volcanic crater and is a center of geothermal energy. Everywhere you look you can see steam rising from the ground and bubbling through the water. We'll be staying here for two nights before we fly to the South ...
Rotorua and Taupo lake
... on lake
Rotorua. Maxine & Gary, friends of
Carol & Kent, offered to take us out on their boat early morning for a spot
of trout fishing. So we wrapped up
against the wind and the rain and headed out via Sulphur Point (stinky).
It was freezing and the lake was pretty choppy but we had a
great time with our hosts chatting and laughing and generally having fun. I got the first bite whereby both Martin and
Gary jumped up shouting ...
Rafting and skydiving!
... He then slid me out more so I was completely hanging from the the plane - only him holding on. AFter a few seconds he flipped out of the plane and faced the lake. We did circles to see lake taupe, and the clouds flying by. The shadows of the clouds and the views were just awesome. I could see the tongariro crossing in the distance (volcanoes). Looking down, things didn't really get any closer. We were also moving so fast that it was hard to breathe. Maybe ...
Oh the smell
Next up was Rotorua, town famous for its thermal waters. We really didn't expect it - it STANK. It also didn't help that it was raining for the first time in NZ. The whole city steamed; every park, many public spaces and not a few household gardens had vents leaving the whole city smelling of eggs. It gave the impression that it was a really unwise place to put a ...
Hot and cold running water
... Returning to the campsite we dealt with laundry and then rewarded ourselves with, yes, another session in hot water. In the evening, we went to a local Maori village for a concert of Maori dances and cultural items followed by another Hongi meal, this time cooked by Maoris in an underground oven. We weren't sure that all the performers were Maori, the skin hues and general appearance weren't quite right, but a number of ...