I head towards the compulsory tourist trail once more - to Rotorua and Taupo, where New Zealand shows its volcanic nature, the forces that have created the wonderfull mountains and valleys I have been enjoying so far. This is a very different landscape, one of fire, sulphur, boiling, bubling and gushing mud and steam. Once you get used to the rather heavy scent of rotten eggs in the air, you can begin to appriciate this special side of natures beauty.
Another aspect of New Zealand that I have yet to learn more about is Maori traditions. They have the most fascinating legends, traditions, songs and craftmanship. Some of the Maori villages around Rotorua are open to the public, and this gave me a chance to experience their cultural heritage. Carving, weaving of flax and traditional dances and singing were some of what was on display. I really enjoyed it, and would dearly have loved to learn more. My driver on the bus I took ( I was the only passenger) told me one Maori legend after the other, which helped me understand I lot of what I saw.
I went to Taupo in the hope of walking the Tongariro crossing (into the land of Mordor) but unfourtunately the weather decided otherwise - the winds were too strong. I did have a great time in Taupo though, as I ran into Conny, a german girl that I worked with in Oamaru. What I coincidence! So, good company got me over the dissapointment, and I saw some beautifull rivers and waterfalls too (the Huka falls).
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