When George Bernard Shaw visited Rotorua in 1934 he exclaimed that it was the closest place on earth to Hell, referring to the eerie landscape gurgling with mud, hissing steam vents, offensive odors, cavernous craters and collapsing lands.
No where else was this more vivid to us than at Wai-O-Tapu, a thermal wonderland south of town where we saw the Devil's Home, Bath, Ink Pots and his Inferno Crater. This scenic reserve, containing the largest and most colorful geothermal activity in the Taupo Volcanic Zone, was the highlight of our Rotorua experience.
My husband and I jumped on a shuttle ($20NZ) that left the Visitor Centre at 11am, and listened to the driver tell us how we'd missed the eruption of Lady Knox Geyser at 10:15, a daily soap-induced occurrence. But at 8am, we'd been too busy arranging our travel details for Tongariro (which tied with Waitomo as our favorite North Island destination).
Our van dropped us off 30 minutes later, giving us 2 hours to wander independently. We glanced at our color-coded map of the park which describes the 25 sights along three walkways. Most people visit with tour groups, and are limited to the 30 minute walk around the first loop.
Lucky for you if you're with such a group: the most famous attraction in the park is in this loop, the Champagne Pool. This strange bubbly teal-blue water has a thick orange border under the surface, and an unstable white-gray pumice ledge encrusting the water. Despite the Danger signs, you can still get remarkably close to the edge of this pool and stare at the bubbles and bright orange brain-like mass underneath. Sulphur steams up continuously, producing clouds of fog so thick in places it feels like you're inching through a South Dakota blizzard. Created 900 years ago from an eruption, the hot springs contain an assortment of minerals including gold, arsenic, mercury and silver.
Champagne Pool is adjoined to equally fascinating Artist's Palette where every imaginable color, tint or hue is visible depending on that day's weather, wind, chemical composition and water levels. The day we visited, the pools were primarily a gradually shifting range of yellows with subtle tints of red, pink and blue-green. The coolest part was walking across an open boardwalk, mere inches above the pastel minerals and hissing fumeroles, although the thought of tripping was somewhat unnerving...
Highlights on Loops two and three included forested walks past giant kanuka trees, neon green waterfalls, mud pools with wrinkled, intricate patterns hardened into sinter terraces, iron-tinged craters with boiling mud, and stinky yellow sulphur caves.
Outside the park our van stopped to view boiling mud. Crackling words from the Weird Sisters jumped into my head from years of teaching MacBeth, "Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble..." Phlop. Plop. Paphlop. Our driver told us to get our cameras ready. As if on cue, the gurgling mud erupted violently two feet over our head...a wicked sight indeed!