And what wee town has enough confidence to have a (very popular) family restaurant called "The Rat Hole."
And a couple of hours up the road in Rotorua we came across another inspired idea. I would hazard a guess this one followed more than a few bevies. "Guys guys, gather round...what about we hop in a huge plastic ball and roll ourselves down the mountain." "Oh mate! Choice idea, let's do that right now!" However they came upon it, Zorbing was born. Kevin and I waited in the cold and rain as our kids got trucked up to the top of the hill, squeezed into a massive plastic ball with a bit of water in it....and rolled down the hills like hamsters.
Down the road at Te Puia Springs' mud pools and geysers the rain came down in buckets and we bought $4 white rain capes. Our guide Mel called: "C'mon you Caspers, let's make like Richie McCaw and dodge these raindrops!" We did our best All Black captain impression doing the swift rain drop dodging making sure we didn't fall into the mudpool. In the olden days unwary intruders would fall plop into the mudpools and be part of that night's hangi (dinner) Mel joked.
|Kevin and the Caspers|
|Te Puia geysers|
|Mel and I|
|Mum and Dad's house, Ohope Beach|