About twenty minutes out of Rotorua, Waiotapu Scenic Reserve orchestrated its own particular rhythm with the sound of bursting mud. We stood on the lower platform before climbing to the higher one to capture the mud pool’s constant plopping melody.
From there we drove a little further to soak in a creek — tepid in some spots; boiling hot in other areas. Then layered ourselves in mud. Did it make my skin any better? I have no idea, but it was fun!