
Rotorua means "second lake" in Maori. It earned this auspicious title by being the second lake found by the Maori cheiftan who gave the place its name.

The whole city is pockmarked with pools of thermal hot springs. Unfortunately, Taylor does not share my love for spending hours and hours sitting in boiling water, so we didn't visit any. Plus, I'm sure they charge a small fortune for the privilege, just like everything else here (including toilets...more on that later).


That's steam, not mist.
After I staggered away from zorbing, we found this odd western themed hostel named Cactus Jack's where we spent the night. Here are a couple of photos.


We also saw some emus, or ostriches, or something... Whatever they are, they are big.


Photos don't do them justice...
Finally, we found this really cool ride in a playground on the shore of the lake.


It's harder than it looks.