As part of our swing through the North Island of New Zealand, just after our awesome unplanned stop in Hobbiton, Nana and I washed up in Rotorua, a town in the center of the island known as a hotspot for Maori culture - and as a hotspot, full stop.
You see, Rotorua sits in the heart of New Zealand's Tapuo Volcanic zone, amid a steaming landscape of hot springs, stinking pits, and geothermal mud pools. This makes Rotorua one of the world's geothermal wonderlands - kind of the Yellowstone of the antipodes, if you will. We'd only planned one night in Rotorua, but the place was so incredible we just had to extend our stay.
We spent our first day in Rotorua poking around the town itself, where we quickly learned that you don't need to venture far to find geothermal weirdness. For instance, part of the directions we were given to the town's central park involved, at one point, "driving towards the columns of steam."
In fact, if I recall correctly, part of the reason why the park is a park is that all the geothermal activity makes it unsuitable for development.
From the park, we went to the Rotorua Museum, housed in the spectacular old Rotorua Bath House.
Completed in 1908, the Bath House sits on a grassy peninsula jutting out into Lake Rotorua. On a clear day, the mineral waters of the lake shine a bright gray-blue when viewed from the rooftop observation deck.
Quick! You heard the man! Bathe like it's going out of style! |
Bonus: a "rainbow" in the rafters! |
Stay tuned - there are more Rotorua adventures to come!
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