Steamy Rotorua!

Most of our time in New Zealand I felt the landscape was alive. Especially on the North Island, I had the eerie sensation of standing on a very active volcano. The ground steams in places, thanks to the underground hot springs everywhere.

Three things remain fresh in my memory: Maori culture and architecture; the crisp Sauvignon Blancs that were all we drank; and the utter alive-ness of the nature.

The charming city of Rotorua contains all three.

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Maori kapa haka performance
Whaernui
Wharenui

We could view the wharenui (meeting house) of the Māori people from outside. I was taken by the use of local materials, symbolism, and the symmetry and beauty of every traditional building.WR_05_04_095

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The Kiwis make great wine. When it comes to bottled grapes, I’m amused by the jargon. My own descriptions used to run to statements like, “A naughty little vintage. If this was a small child, I’d spank it and send it to bed without supper.” I loved it when I discovered that New Zealand’s Sauvignon Blancs are described as releasing a heavy whiff of cat pee when you first open the bottle. (I’m not making this up. Wine expert Jancis Robinson remarks, “Indeed one branded Sauvignon Blanc on sale in Britain is actually sold under the brand name Cat’s Pee on a Gooseberry Bush.”)* Yuck! If that’s the first impression you get from a wine, what could make anyone want to go past just opening the dang thing?

It was worth the adventure to try one.

We bought a bottle and opened it in our hotel room. Phew-ee! Sure enough, there was a heady stink of feral cat which thankfully faded immediately. I dared to fill a glass, took a sip… and was greeted by an explosion of quince, green apples, citrus fruits, kiwis and gooseberries. Those Sauvignon Blancs are so delicious that I never even bothered trying any other grape varietal while we were there. Why mess with kitty litter box perfection?

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We visited parks where everything burbled, bubbled, exploded or engulfed us in clouds of steam. WR_05_04_072We did all of the hiking loops and were wowed by the spectacle of shooting geysers, blubbering springs, and mineral ponds containing colors I had no idea normally appear in Nature. WR_05_04_077

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WR_05_04_082In one park gift shop I purchased mud for facials that someone dipped out of a pond on the park grounds. No small feat as most of the park waters are at boiling point!

Seriously. Someone was dumb enough to want to find out, "Just how hot is this spring?" The park has to post signs warning people not to step here.
Seriously. Someone was actually dumb enough to want to find out, “Just how hot is this spring? Can I really cook my ankles in it?”

The park had to post signs warning people not to step in the springs. I say, let Darwin’s theory of natural selection and Nature take their course…

NOTES: *http://www.jancisrobinson.com/articles/jrs03406

http://waiotapu.co.nz/

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29 thoughts on “Steamy Rotorua!”

  1. Like you, the crisp Sauvignon Blancs utterly captivated my taste buds during our New Zealand adventures. They don’t taste quite the same out of the country — I miss the smells and sounds of a NZ vineyard while enjoying the wine!

    But now, next time I open a bottle, I’m going to have to pay more attention to the aroma. 🙂

    (And also like you, I’m all for Darwin’s theory being enforced. “You. Yes, YOU walking in the boiling mud. OUT OF THE GENE POOL!”

    I was able to go inside the meeting house at the Waitangi Treaty Grounds. It’s open to the public; we took off our shoes and were quiet inside, but it felt a little disrespectful.

    And you saw a haka! That’s something that’s still on our bucket list.

    Great post; thanks for sharing!

    1. How fortunate you were to get to go into a meeting house. The grounds were open but the building locked up tight when we were there. We did get to see the inside of a traditional building during the dance performance, though. Beautiful structures!

  2. I remember the smell of sulfur when I was there. I also remember how much it reminded me of Hawai’i and the realization of how culture spreads. Thank you for sharing. I wish I had captured my journey as you have.

    1. Oh my gosh, the smell of sulfur, yes! I have yet to get to Hawai’i but will keep your scent image in mind for when I do. We did this trip almost a decade ago and Uwe’s photos and my travel journals are the basis for this post. In many ways this blog helps me to relive and honor each place again.

    1. This was a time I could sense it as everywhere, and not just as an enclosed national park. On Sicily we spent a few nights at Etna, but in Rotorua and indeed the entire North Island I felt the power of the volcanic currents as a whole. Magic, if a little unnerving at first! I can’t quite explain the sensation but suspect you experience it, too.

  3. Jadi, flash back to a trip to Rotorua, I was so enchanted with this part of NZ. It’s been about 10 years for me also. Maybe more, we accidentally arrived in Auckland for the beginning of the America’s Cup. The Italian Marching band was on our flight, a large group of very drunk Italian men, was quite surprised when they all picked up instruments in customs!!!!! Judy

    1. This is a trip we made almost a decade ago; we splurged on round the world tickets and spent a good chunk of time in NZ. I would love to return and will surely contact you when we do so!

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