The Kiwi bus makes two stops between Waitomo and Rotorua. The first is Karangahake Gorge, which is quite stunning but unfortunately the walk is cut short by a locked gate. Oh well, onto the next stop: Hobbiton!
A wee bit of context: Whilst location scouting for the Lord of the Rings trilogy in the late 90's (I know right), Peter Jackson and his crew settled on farmland close to the small town of Matamata for the setting of Hobbiton, the home of Bilbo, Frodo and the other Hobbits. The farmer who owned the land agreed and the film crew set to work building the 'holes in the ground' wherein the hobbits live. After filming the set was dismantled, and only the shells of the holes remained. Yet, people would travel from around the world just to stand in Hobbiton and see these modern relics. At the end of the naughties, PJ came back with his crew and rebuilt the set for the disappointing Hobbit trilogy. This time, however, they decided to leave the set as is and charge people to enter, thereby making *loads* of cash.
The bus drops us off at the gift shop which is fine and we also grab a bite to eat. Another bus then takes you to the set, complete with a video introduction from Peter Jackson. The famous score from the films is also played. We're introduced the site by an impressively enthusiastic tour guide, who takes us through a path and suddenly...we're in Hobbiton. That's the path that Bilbo runs out of shouting 'I'm going on an adventure' and that Frodo and Gandalf ride in on. Stepping into the fictional world is very awesome. This isn't like a Universal studios reconstruction, this is the real deal, and the attention to detail is quite amazing. We walk around all the various hobbit-holes, including Bilbo's own Bagend, and our tour guide gives us lots of interesting factoids. The tour ends at the pub for a ginger beer. The village feels bigger in the films, but I guess that's just movie magic. As a result, the tour is quite short but it was a great experience nonetheless. We head into Rotorua, find our hostel and hit the hay.
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Bagend |
To be fair, they are designed for Hobbits
Rotorua is famous for a number of geothermic sites, so we make a booking through a discount website to go to a site called Wai-O-Tapu. It's first thing in the morning, so we get up and go straight to the information site. When the driver arrives, he asks us if we booked through bookme, to which we say yes. He then asks how we did this. We're not sure how to answer this question. It turns out that the deal wasn't meant to be on the site this month. He then asks us what we think he should do. I'm not sure what he expected us to say so I suggested he just let us on the bus and speak to bookme later, to which he agreed.
On our way up to the site we stop at a bubbling mud pool. It's just the first of many cool geothermic things we see today. as we're leaving I notice a girl I sort of recognise. I hear her name, Heidi, from one of her friends. "Excuse me, you're not from Evesham, are you?" I ask and all three look at me in disbelief. Turns out I worked with this Heidi in a cinema around 3 years ago. Crazy small world.
We go up to the site for a short explore, before it's time to see the Lady Grey Geyser erupt. They trigger the eruption by adding some natural soap to the Geyser. It's a gradual process but eventually the slight bubbling turns into a full erupting, and the foamy water goes several meters in the air, and this goes on for quite some time. We then go back to walk around the rest of the park. It's full of boiling water pits, crazy coloured rocks and lakes and gaseous mist. It's a somewhat other-worldly experience which we both enjoy.
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A right geyser |
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The champagne pool didn't taste as advertised |
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Lovely beach? |
When we get back into town we go to the i-site to research more things to do. We have heard about the Buried Village, which is part museum and part actual site of a village that was decimated in a volcanic eruption. We think this sound good, like a sort of mini-Pompeii and so we ask the best way of getting there. The cheapest way is to rent a car. I was reluctant to rent a car whilst travelling, but Rotarua is a fairly quiet place so I put my driving worries aside and go for it. I pick up the car and drive it back to the hostel (after getting used to the automatic transmission in the parking lot) and we make a plan for the next day.
The first thing we drive to is the Ogo. Ogo is zorbing. I don't think there is a distinction, I can only think that there's some copyright issue. This particular Ogo is one where the smaller sphere has some water, thereby keeping you (roughly) in one place as the larger sphere tumbles down a straight track on a hill. It's a great thrill. After this, we head to a maze. I still don't know why we went to a maze, but we did. We have some time to kill before our booking at the buried village, so we decide to take the car out to some of the lakes out of town. We go to Lake Tarawara and begin walking round. Little did we know that the full walk is 5-7 hours long, and we have to head back after 45 minutes to make our slot at the Buried Village.
The village begins with the museum, where alarm bells started. It's an impressive museum, don't get me wrong, but there's so much detail about the eruption and the lives it affected I can't help feel they're reaching. We start walking around the alarm bells get louder. Essentially there really isn't much of the village other than a few holds in the ground where houses once stood and a few stones. They've rebuilt some shacks to show what they would have looked like. The walk ends up being quite nice, with an impressive waterfall at the end, but we can't help but feel a bit ripped off by this. As attractions go it was a fairly pricey one (something they like justifying by saying it's "privately owned")...I could have gone on the Ogo again! To make up for the disappointment we drive the car about a bit and visit some of the other lakes around the area. The scenery here is particularly beautiful and even just driving (which I normally don't enjoy) is a treat.
We then had a very chilled weekend in town. We went to the cinema (The Accountant, 6.8/10) and watched the rugby with a fry-up breakfast. Attempting to upload all my photos I managed to deleted roughly two weeks worth of photos from my camera which I'm very upset about. I keep telling myself the trip isn't the photo album (or vice-versa) but I've wiped Hobbiton, my Ogo video and loads of great panoramics. As mentioned last post, the snaps above are from Heidi's camera and my next post should be back to mine.
Next time - Taupo and River Valley.