Caz and Craig have been traveling and living around the world since 1997.
Before the tragic earthquake in Christchurch earlier this year, it was New Zealand’s biggest natural disaster. 153 people estimated buried under mud, volcanic ash and falling rock spewing forth from the erupting Mt Terewaka on 10th June 1886. No wonder the Kiwis are the pioneers of activities that scare the wits out of you. They are used to living on the edge. A volatile land of tremors, shakes and sleeping volcanoes waiting to wake up violently.
All I had ever heard about Rotorua before was that it was smelly. Smelly is right. The sulphurous vapour rises up your nostirils with each street corner you turn. Your nose slightly twitches upward in distaste before you pause to ponder the familiarity of the stench. Rotten egg or… … ten years being married to Craig Poor Savannah was getting blamed a lot of the time for having a stinky nappy, only
Who doesn’t love a hot tub? As soon as I placed screaming Savannah into the warmth of the thermal pool she quietened and floated in happy contentment. I realized that enveloping our body in the warmth of a hot spring takes us back to the days where we once floated in the embryonic cocoon, a place of warmth and comfort. That’s why when most people step in and first
“We are a proud culture who has had dramatic changes over the past 150 years.” The pride of the Maori elder as he spoke in farewell to us about his culture was evident. I resonated with his words, so impressed with how the Maori people have managed to thrive in the current times whilst retaining so much about their culture and sharing it with others. “We changed 80 % of
