New Zealand is one of the most geothearmically active places in the world, especially in the north island. it’s beautiful, but it does mean that a lot of sulphur is being released into the air, making a lot of the places around here smell pretty badly of egg. The best pools that I went to was in Taupo.
They’re a fair walk out of the town, but it is a nice one, and when you get there it’s amazing being able to slide into pools that are naturally as hot as a Jacuzzi. Right next to the pools is a river that’s running at a nice and toasty 2ºC, it’s pretty refreshing to dive into the river and run out (as fast as you bloody can) and back into the pools. Bare in mind you’ll have pins and needles for a good few minutes afterwards.
After a very relaxed night in Taupo (hot pools make you very sleepy) I headed out to Rotorua, my last stop in NZ before flying out, so I wanted to do something a little special.
White Water Rafting works on grades, ranging from zero to five, five being the highest. In Rotorua there is a grade five course, but on a day like the one we had it was closed – apparently three days of rain makes rivers prone to flooding – so I had to settle for a grade four, which I was told that because of the amount of rain we had been having, was pretty much a grade five anyway! Kaitiaki was the company I was rafting with.
They employ only Kiwi guides because they want to keep it as cultural as possible. They all spoke Maori and so blessed the river before we went on it to make sure we weren’t going to die, which was nice of them.
The ride was amazing. The rapids were crazy and the guide was a good laugh (he actually picked up one of the girls on our boat and threw her in the water! All in good fun of course). By the end of it, if you haven’t fallen in already, you can just flip off the side of the boat. Be warned though, even through the fairly industrial wetsuits they give you, the river is bitingly cold.
It lasted just about the right amount of time, any longer and you would start to get really cold and a little bored. While I did have a great time, I could see that I would start to be experiencing the same thing over and over again.
On the way back to town they can take you to some more hot pools to try and warm up afterwards. Don’t go! They’re cold, they smell REALLY bad and most hostels back in town have artificial hot pools of their own, and they are much more refreshing!
That evening, it was Maori time!
The Maori experience allows you to see what life used to be like for the Maori people. On each bus on the way to the village a chief will be chosen. He will represent the entire group by having to stand in front of the Maori chief and take whatever abuse he is given (which is in the form of a lot of waving sticks and shouting). It was a shame that the weather was so bad because apparently there are a lot of things you can do in the village once you get in, like stick throwing and Maori juggling, but it was all called of as it rained freaking cats and dogs all bloody night.
Despite the weather, you still get a brilliant show and then you are lead into the dinner house. The is worth the money alone! The buffet is incredible. Absolutely incredible. There is so much food, and the Pavlova (which I found out is steeped in history as there is a dispute over who invented it, the Ozzies or the Kiwis, random bit of cultural knowledge) is unreal! All the food was cooked in the traditionly Maori way by burying it underground in a pressure cooker style oven which was pretty cool to watch!
Last day in NZ tomorrow, and I’m finding that I really don’t want to leave!
Matt M
STA UK WTI 2010






























