Horseback Riding

then we went horsebacking through a beautiful ranch, passing through a herd of young cows. The rancher had just sold his sheep and bought a bunch of
young cows to begin a dairy farm, the staple of this country, exporting dairy
products. They are very protective of their dairy business.
and we love the ice cream cones.!



And we ended the day in the hot steaming baths here in the land of volcanoes also. It is hard to imagine how these people have survived throughout the years here when they are surrounded by non-steaming, volcanic mountains.

Sledging

Well, what more can I say. The next morning we were picked up to go sledging. I climbed into a van full of 20 somethings, but they in fact were going rafting, Ker and I were the only sledgers. We each had a guide. Near the end of our experience, I told my guide he should be proud of us, we thought we would be a disaster; he responded by saying they had thought so too. But we did good! You jump in the river on your sledge and off you go. What a blast.

Tamaki Village

The influence of the Maori's is reawakening here. The youth want to recapture the language but the biggest Maori population is in Rotorua. Families stay together and they have "marketed" their culture into cultural nights. The chief, here on top, is born into the chief role, father to son. The second guy is the warrior in the musical presentation, their voices were spectacular. I wanted to bring them home for American Idol. We also learned from the village historian/carver that they cannot move into their homes until they have the carved history of the family on the eaves of their homes, as seen in the museum.
The historian is one of the most important people in the village. He told us the history of the south pacific islanders as they populated the different islands; they are all related. I asked him where they came from originally and he told me the story "from the bible" how Nephi came from Israel, corrected, the land of Abraham and crossed to the south American area and then migrated to the islands. He said a few times that you can read about Nephi in the bible. He says some people think they are from the Amazon area but they believe they are from farther north in the Mexico/Central america area. I told him that he was telling me the Book of Mormon story...which he did not know. I wish I carried BofM's around with me!

Rotorua Wild Life Preserve

HA! Kerri thought she would photograph this big daddy
hugging his close friend and he tried to attack her. What a
roar! She about dropped the camera and ran and then remembered the electric wire and fence separating them. We also saw some cute alpacas, local deer and some wallabys. One little guy had escaped the cage was trying to get back in. We tried to pinch his bum to help get him back through the fence,but we couldn't quite get it done. There were two on the inside trying to pull him through too, but I think he spent the night outside repenting for his disobeying mom and dad.

Bike Riding on Waiheke Island

Kerri's first request was to go bike riding somewhere, and that is Waiheke Island in the Auckland area. We ferried over and rented some bikes at the wharf, I was able to wrangle a "sissy bike". The guy assured us even us old people could ride the island as he handed us the
the map. It was
a piece of cake. HA! I bet h
e has never biked the island. We pushed out bikes up hill after hill after hill after hill. It takes 4 hours to walk the
island and 3 and 1/2 hours to bike it. We kept thinking, around the next bend, the hills would end. Luckily I have been walking a lot to get me in good enough shape to not totally hit the wall after about 3 hours. I could barely lift my leg over the bike rail; I kept telling Kerri I thought I had hit the wall, but I made it! She did great of course. It was really a fun day tough, and as always, spectaccularly beautiful.

Kerri's visit, first weekend

Kerri arrived Friday morning, 6:15 or something and we were not even there to get her.  Other visitors had spent about an hour getting through customs, but Kerri's flight had gone so well she was reluctant to get off the plane and breeze through customs.  She cooled her heels at the McDonalds until we arrived about half an hour late.

We spent the day around St. Heliers as we had a party to attend that night, unknown to me, given in Dave's honor.  He was welcomed by his new group at the chair woman's home and Kerri also attended.  They really laid it on thick, it seems they are extremely pleased with Dave and are already campaiging to keep him here past his contracted time (of the end of March, 2012).  What a dilemna that will make for him, but who knows what can happen in a year.  They also wanted to take Kerri out one night to see the great night life (hoping if she moved here too, Dave and I would both be willing to stay a little longer.  They do not realize the power of grand children! 

Saturday morning we went to Goat Island, a marine preserve up the coast about an hour, staying the night at a beach house owned by a fellow radiologist.  It was quite rustic to say the least, reminded us of girls camp.  Let me just say now that we had exceptionally wonderful weather the whole time Kerri was here...well, one day of rain.

Houses of Ceremony

The carvings and weavings of the primative people is amazing. The villages all still have these ceremonial houses that I do think are not furnished as these are, kind of like a mosque, frankly. Shoes are removed and they move in and sit on the floor to conduct their services or business. Each of the "tribes" do have their totems and artistic identities. I am impressed with this fantastic museum which is free if you want, or you can donate. We spent several hours there one rainy Sat afternoon.

One of the most interesting displays was in the geology section; the most active volanoe in this volcanic country is the one under our bay! The magma seems to be raising quite a
bit recently. Oh well, at least we are close enough that we
will no longer care of it erupts or not.

Fierce!

These are the people if you have seen Polynesian dances, that try to conquer you with fear first. They do their eyes and tongues, glaring and flaring, know what I mean? Their dances today, before their, like, rugby games, involves this posturing. Each of these represent a leader.