Already 4 months passed since moving to little Rotorua, the rotten egg capital of New Zealand. It is a nice Maori culture driven town, that has been blessed of heaps of volcanic activity. On daily basis - when volcanoes are not going off - this means a lot a steam and geysers all around the town with a side effect of the very distinct sulphuric smell.
So this is what we have managed to see in this tourism crazy town.
Some big trees around here, attracting lots of tree huggers, literally!
Then there are all the different types of ferns around, hundreds.
Thermal activity, boiling water, splashing mud, and last major volcano eruption in 1886
Not pollution, or at least this is what we are supposed to believe. All the underground activity brings some amazing colours to some of the water holes.
Our home lake - Rotorua Lake
I believe Maori guys. Or Pacific Islanders.
Market day
Local style fences
Strong feel of colonial style architecture, this one is very little decorated and in shady state. Usually the houses are well maintained, even though the overall construction quality is shocking - no isolation, single windows, wind blowing through cracks. Lets see how the winter will be.
Another style of living - in stationary caravan
Some German style presented, initially built as mud bath, nowadays Rotorua Museum.
Our little house looking over the town.
15 meters of underwater drop, 10 degrees C water emerging from rocky hole, of course some crazy guys found it as a suitable water jumping hole.
One of the reasons of selecting Rotorua as the base - possibly the best mountain biking tracks in New Zealand. Back on the sports bike after almost 6 years of break.
And the heavy mountain bike climbs can be sometimes very rewarding. 1hrs of climb and views like this.
One more little curious girl has joined here, even forgetting the food, if there is possibility to have a quick look around