We arrived in Rotorua, still north on the North Island in time for lunch. Big lunch and yes, Janet helped out with this one after her salad.
Dagwood has nothing to brag about.
Typical tourist visiting the former "Taking The Waters" treatment center. Rotorua is centered over a vast underground system of hot springs and the not "so unpleasant" sulphur smell permeates most of the city. Smells like gold to the residents.
That night we enjoyed dinner and a show by an outstanding group of Maoris, the aboriginal people of New Zealand. First we saw the long boat coming up a wide spring fed stream.
Later that night we were taken to the springs feeding this stream to see the "Glow Worms". Not worms at all, but moths. Several more times during our stay in NZ we got to see the glow worms. When it's dark they shine like so many stars.
Maori dinner cooked in ovens underground. Traditional and very good.
Maoris, a fierce group and not to be taken lightly. Maoris served proudly and with distinction during WW II. Seems the Maoris put the fear into their English opponents during rugby matches using these forceful expressions.
The tattoos on the faces are washable ink but the others are real. As they say in the "olden days", all were real.
The "Chief"
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