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ceitfiannaI finally have all my pictures of Rotorua ready to be posted online, I'm very happy about this since posting pictures always seems to take a while. There are lots of them, so I'm going to cut this so the entry isn't too big for other people.
Life is going okay, it'll be good to start working again since I'll have less time to think and more time to act and just live. I'm in the process of investigating going to Graduate school in Wellington, so that's making the future seem okay. And I've accepted that its okay to want to go home too, so I've been making Rowan laugh by saying what I'm going to eat when I get back. And we've also been checking the papers about London, just to turn the world slightly sideways again, but its good to see that the Londoners and getting on with their lives and making the choice to not let the terrorists have control. I hope that their message keeps being heard and London doesn't turn into one more symbol and reason to attack another country. Okay, end of political and emotional tangent, time for pictures of the Stinky City.
Hell's Gate bubbling away and yes folks, I'm that close to this mass of warm, sulphur and it was quite nice since it was raining that day.
A hot water waterfall, there is actually steam rising off the water. Maori warriors used to bathe here after battle. Very cool and quite otherworldy.
Boil, boil, toil and trouble.
The elegant Bath House, that's now a museum, at one point people came from all over the world for the benefits of Rotorua sulphur and mud, and they still do. Rotorua is a tourist city, but its worth it.
A pukeko, one of the oddest looking birds I've ever seen and they're all over New Zealand, well only found here. And they were all over the place in Rotorua, every time I looked over, I spotted one.
Lake Rotorua and the centre of the city, just a beautiful place.
Kaa Bennett, the amazing woman I was staying with. Her husband was an Anglican bishop and a leader among the Maori of the Te Arawa tribe. She's standing on a beach near Mount Maunganui, where we stopped for morning tea before having lunch with her daughter.
The community centre, where I helped her cook pikelets and was welcomed by many Maori matriachs on my first morning in Rotorua.
St Faith's Church, where her husband presided for many years. It was built for and by the Maori communities in the area so the inside is lovely and carved, a special and sacred place.
The Marae or Maori meeting house that sits across the way from the church.
Lake Rotorua and a burial grounds that you see from the parking lot between the community centre and church. I'm going to finish this entry here and create another one for the Mitai or my Maori cultural experience.
Life is going okay, it'll be good to start working again since I'll have less time to think and more time to act and just live. I'm in the process of investigating going to Graduate school in Wellington, so that's making the future seem okay. And I've accepted that its okay to want to go home too, so I've been making Rowan laugh by saying what I'm going to eat when I get back. And we've also been checking the papers about London, just to turn the world slightly sideways again, but its good to see that the Londoners and getting on with their lives and making the choice to not let the terrorists have control. I hope that their message keeps being heard and London doesn't turn into one more symbol and reason to attack another country. Okay, end of political and emotional tangent, time for pictures of the Stinky City.
Hell's Gate bubbling away and yes folks, I'm that close to this mass of warm, sulphur and it was quite nice since it was raining that day. A hot water waterfall, there is actually steam rising off the water. Maori warriors used to bathe here after battle. Very cool and quite otherworldy. Boil, boil, toil and trouble. The elegant Bath House, that's now a museum, at one point people came from all over the world for the benefits of Rotorua sulphur and mud, and they still do. Rotorua is a tourist city, but its worth it. A pukeko, one of the oddest looking birds I've ever seen and they're all over New Zealand, well only found here. And they were all over the place in Rotorua, every time I looked over, I spotted one. Lake Rotorua and the centre of the city, just a beautiful place. Kaa Bennett, the amazing woman I was staying with. Her husband was an Anglican bishop and a leader among the Maori of the Te Arawa tribe. She's standing on a beach near Mount Maunganui, where we stopped for morning tea before having lunch with her daughter. The community centre, where I helped her cook pikelets and was welcomed by many Maori matriachs on my first morning in Rotorua. St Faith's Church, where her husband presided for many years. It was built for and by the Maori communities in the area so the inside is lovely and carved, a special and sacred place. The Marae or Maori meeting house that sits across the way from the church. Lake Rotorua and a burial grounds that you see from the parking lot between the community centre and church. I'm going to finish this entry here and create another one for the Mitai or my Maori cultural experience. 