Roturua/ Mauri Village/ Blue Lake

Roturua is a must-see according to everything and anyone you ask. What they don't tell you is that this wonderous volcanic land has all its star attractions fenced up and you pay a hefty admission fee to get in.

Our first night there, we were at a place that seemed as if it would be amazing - a campground with swimming pool and hot tubs, even a traditional volcanic steam cooker. The downside was that the tents were as crowded as eggs in a carton, and we felt a little hard-boiled by morning.

But we found another place, and oh what a place. Much more private, a lovely grassy site under a full tree, and right across from Blue Lake, a popular swimming spot, with kayak rentals.

McKinley loved the raft, which would pile up with humanity until it reached a state of overpopulation, and ker-splash! Joplin had a wonderful evening mountain-biking while McKinely and Alison went to a Maori dinner, so we all tried again the next day. Hint. If the road is named "Hill Road," it might be truth in advertising. It was a bit tough for us! The Maori hangi was an impressive way to share the dramatic aspects of an ancient culture, a great way for a group of talented people to make money. Better than a casino at cultural outreach. If you have a bunch of tourists wanting to come look at you, might as well give them something to look at and charge a chunk of change for the chance. Kia Ora!