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We woke up on Thursday to rain. As we learned later, there is an expression in New Zealand, “Four seasons in one day.” Apparently the weather never stops changing. We packed up our things and left the sulfur trailer for the last time sometime between six and seven in the morning. We went to McDonald’s for breakfast because our kids needed to play somewhere, and where else can you go for a play place at seven in the morning in the rain? After breakfast and some play time, we all headed north to Matamata.
Matamata is the site where Peter Jackson filmed the Hobbiton scenes from the Lord of the Rings. Ryan and Mason (with Katie occasionally listening in) spent the past year reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings together at bed time, so going to Hobbiton was one of the anticipated parts of being in New Zealand. It was also something that we knew would not be a fun thing to bring Andrew along with. So Amy took Andrew to the Laundromat to get some laundry done, assuming that she would be able to find something to do in Matamata with Andrew while she waited for us after the laundry. Nope. Matamata has Hobbiton and nothing else. So Amy spent her time entertained with a clothes dryer that didn’t work, the consequential wet clothes, and a little boy who entertained himself playing in a mud puddle. Ah, the joys of vacation!
Hobbiton, it turns out, is the only scene from the Lord of the Rings movies where New Line Cinema did not take down all of the scenes. It also happens to be on a sheep farm. This meant that the grounds were littered with what the tour guide called “Hobbit droppings.” So while it was educational and fun in many ways, it also turns out that Ryan spent much of his time listening to Mason and Katie talk about how disgusting the hobbit droppings were and complaining about how hard it was to avoid stepping on them. The kids did like to look inside the hole for Bag End, though, and Ryan got to do the “Frodo Bop” under the party tree. In the end it was a fun thing to have done, and the new Zealand countryside is so gorgeous that almost anything you do has the benefit of incredible scenery at a minimum.
We left Matamata and drove to Aukland, wondering what we would do when we got there. Prior to the end of the tour, Ryan got into a conversation with the Hobbiton tour guide and asked him, “What should we make sure we do not leave New Zealand without doing?” He thought about it for quite a number of seconds, and finally said, “Have you done the Zorb?” He then started talking about amusement parks, and how the ones in the States are better anyways. We gathered from this and other experiences that you really need to have some kind of “in” if you want to have a cultural experience in New Zealand. Apparently, much of the draw of New Zealand is the countryside and the adventure sports. Although there are many trappings of Maori culture strewn about here and there, they do not seem to have a lot of effect on daily life.
In Auckland we got some food. At some point during our time in New Zealand, Katie discovered the power windows in the back seat of the car. As Ryan and Amy tried to navigate directions through Auckland, unbeknownst to them, Katie started holding her beloved “Turtwig” stuffed animal out her window. (If you do not know who Turtwig is, you clearly have not been keeping up on your Pokemon characters.) Suddenly, our struggles to understand where we were going were interrupted by Katie screaming, “Turtwig!!” followed by Mason yelling, “Mom! Dad! Katie dropped Turtwig out the window!” We pulled over, and Ryan jumped out of the car, running back through a main street of Auckland, New Zealand like Frogger of old time video game fame, looking for Turtwig in the middle of the street. As Ryan approached Turtwig, a car drove over the stuffed animal, but being a resilient little Pokemon, Turtwig survived with only tire track scars. Ryan and Amy instituted a new rule that the windows would remain closed from that point forward.
After rounding up our food, we went to a farm with a train and a playground. The farm animals were entertaining to the kids for a while, but the train and the playground were underwhelming, especially because the playground was filled with dirty puddles. Andrew was bordering on uncontrollable, so we gave it up and went back to the hotel. This turned out to be a good move. Although it was raining and the outdoor swimming pool was too cold to play in, the rain made the outdoor hot tub warm instead of hot, and so the five of us played together in a small outdoor hot tub in the rain for the a half hour or so before settling down for the night. That may have been the favored activity of the day.
Wednesday, December 6, 2007
(Thanks to Ryan for this entry!)
We all went to bed early on the day we arrived in New Zealand, so on Wednesday we woke up with a day wide open for activities. We drove downtown to find the Rotorua information center to help us plan our day. As we looked for the information center, we noticed that we were right next to Rotorua Lake, so we drove toward it and found out that there was a city park by the lake. We decided that after a 12-hour flight, a three-hour car drive, and driving around town looking for a place to eat the night before, our kids would probably benefit from some unconstrained time, so we got out of the car and let them play on the playground. Ryan watched them while Amy drove to the information center. Mason and Katie spent their time on the playground playing…surprise, surprise…Pokemon. Andrew simply relished in the freedom, running and climbing to anyplace he could rest his eyes.
When the kids had played for a while and Amy had returned from the information center, we decided to do the Zorb and the luge in the morning, and a museum in the afternoon. “Zorb” is an 11-foot clear plastic ball that you climb into and then roll down a hill. When we arrived, however, we found out that (1) they recommended riding in a ball with water inside of it because it is more fun, but we hadn’t brought our swim suits, (2) they would not let Katie do it because she was too young, and (3) it would cost $50 for each of us ($150 for Amy, Ryan, and Mason). We decided to forget about the Zorb.
Our next attempt at entertainment was to go to the luge (which is similar to the Alpine Slide in Park City, Utah, but it is more of a road than a track to ride down). There was a sign up that says that it is the first luge in the world. Hmmm… The luge was a successful activity. We rode a gondola up the mountain, which gave us spectacular view of Rotorua. Then we went down the hill in three luges—Amy and Katie, Ryan and Andrew, and Mason in his own. Mason did a great job, but wiped out twice, so he was not particularly excited about piloting his own luge the second time. Katie and Andrew loved it, though. We went down a second time, taking turns, Mason with Amy and Katie with Ryan, and both of them loved it the second time. Andrew happily wandered up and down one of the walking path. He made a couple of attempts to dive off the cliff, which was a bit frightening. He is a baby who does not like to be constrained.
After riding the luge we had lunch in a nice restaurant at the top of the mountain with a beautiful view of the mountain valley. The kids had their first experience with Christmas “crackers”—where you pull both sides of a little roll, which makes a cracking firework sound before you find little cheap plastic presents inside. Those were a big hit, except for the tragedy that Mason got two cheap plastic magnifying glasses and Katie did not get any, which sent her into a fit of tears. Mason did not want to share, but eventually did. This made Katie happy, until the ride back down the gondola, in which she dropped her magnifying glass behind a railing and lost it, sending her into another fit of tears. Sensing a pattern in Katie’s decision making, Amy gave her a lecture about thinking before acting. Andrew liked the dinner at the top of the mountain so much that he wore most of it home all over his clothes.
We went back to our sulfur-smelling trailer and put Andrew down for a nap while we played card games with Mason and Katie and read them books. When they woke up, Amy announced that we were going to the museum. There was not a lot of energy among the rest of the family for this activity, but Amy then had a talk with the kids about how most of what we have done have been fun things for the kids, and that this was something that Mommy wanted to do. They understood and reluctantly agreed, and were surprised with how much they liked it. Mason, in particular, was interested in learning at the museum.
The highlight of the museum was a movie on the history of the bath house that the museum was made out of. The museum had been a bath house because there is so much underground hot water, because New Zealand is made out of so many volcanoes. As the movie reviewed the history, it came to the part in the story where the nearby volcano erupted. During this part, the music got intense and the seats in the museum’s movie theatre started shaking. This freaked Katie Quinn out: “I’m scared! I want to leave!” Ryan took her and Andrew out, and left Amy and Mason, who both thought that the volcanoes were really cool, to finish the movie. Katie also refused to go in the dark, underground , pipe works part of the museum, and Katie, Mason, and Andrew all refused to stay up on the rooftop of the museum. A family of chickens—that’s what we are.
We tried to play croquet on the beautiful lawn in front of the museum, but were told you had to be club members. Instead we went to the rose garden, and then let the kids play on another of the playgrounds we found. While at the park, Ryan started to climb a tree, and re-tore his abdominal muscle (recall his hernia surgery from last February) as he was hoisting himself up. Amy thought he looked pretty funny moaning in pain on the tree branch and took pictures of him doing so.
We picked up Subway sandwiches on the way home and crashed for another exhausted 10-11-hour night of sleep.