
Afterwards, we headed to Rotorua and saw bubbling mud pools (I loved these) and a geyser, and then we went and saw MORE bubbling geothermal areas at Hell’s Gate. All of these thermal pools have names referring to the devil and/or hell, which I think is kind of predictable.


At Hell’s Gate, we had the opportunity to do some Maori carving, which involves chiseling wood. I made a silver fern (this is NZ’s official emblem, not the kiwi, although this should be changed) and I was very proud of my sad-looking result.
After Hell’s Gate we were pretty tired of seeing how blowing up. On our way out of Rotorua, I made Barbara stop so that I could throw out my parent’s money by placing myself in a giant hamster ball (with a bucket of warm water for good measure) and rolling down a hill. That’s right, I went Zorbing!! It was very exciting. I was given a little wetsuit that
said “Zorbonaut” on the back, was placed in a giant inflatable ball with some warm water, and pushed down a hill. I opted for the Zig-Zag Zorb, where I got to go down the hill in a zig-zag pattern instead of straight down (look to the right of the big hill in the pictures). It was SO MUCH

Now we are in a hostel in
3 comments:
Wow! (I can leave that as every comment.) Your pictures are amazing! And now that I know a real Zorbonaut, I feel more complete.
Am so excited to see what you're doing! Rock on little niece!
OOps, I'm also intriugued by the Kiwi love for the "stick your head on some character's body" type head photo stands! Just like the old west!@!
I WILL ZORB WITH YOU SOMEDAY!
Yes, it will happen.
I move that we now have two cries of distress:
1) REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF!
2) ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORB!
What do you think?
In conclusion, I would like to point out that whenever I see or think the word "Zorb", I think of Coach Z, and how he would say it.
I miss you!
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