So we went to Hell's Gate to see the hot bubbling muddy gaseous pools on Easter Sunday, the day Mr Bunny leaves candies and gifts for the little children in New Zealand. It did, however, smell of rotten eggs at Hell's Gate... actually the entire city of Rotorua smelled of sulfer. But the natural hot tubs made us forget the smell.
After visiting the old Bath House museum (where the English would come in the early 19th century for therapy in mud baths and hot pools, after the volcano eruption), we spent our entire evening with the Maitai Maori tribe and joined them in a hangi (feast, which was cooked underground over hot rocks) and watched a show that they gave...Push play to see a piece...the rhythms are being made mostly by the women with the white pompom balls hitting against their arms etc...
Now we are at a campground for relaxation and catching up on the internet. Talked to my parents today over yahoo instant messenger and it worked great! Just like the telephone!
We're headed to the beaches on the Coromandel Peninsula tomorrow (tuesday), in a leisurely fashion, of course!
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