after church we headed off to our first rotorua tourist destination – the buried village. as the title suggests, it’s the site of a village that got buried by a massive volcano in 1886.
the museum was quite old school – ie lots of reading, but the girls enjoyed it. it was a sobering introduction to the power of the strangeness brewing under ground round these parts.
after we’d been round the village we drove past the blue lake, then past the green lake to a non-colour specific named lake for a picnic. there we ate doritos (now in new zealand) and ‘dorry dip’ before doing a geocache at a much better location for a picnic (we’ll know for next time)
then we drove back to the blue lake and hired a couple of 2 man kayaks and paddled about in the strange blueness. I’ve still got the itchy mosquito bites from that little outing.
the girls then went swimming in the chilly lake whilst jane sat in our warm jackets and watched !
here’s some more pictures of the buried village and its environs and the lakes:
there’s so much we could tell you about each of these places, but we need to save something for when you come to visit …