All over Rotorua were little fenced off areas that had boiling mud; in people’s yards, in the parks, by the side of the roads. These would just appear randomly and you’d know what they were because there would be a fence around them. We saw one in someone’s back yard that was so hot they had built a cooking grill over it! Sulfur burgers, anyone?
We had lunch on Rotorua lake at a ridiculously slow café. Gorgeous views with black swans, sea planes and ferries.
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