Te Wairoa was once a thriving village where both Maori and Pakeha flourished until June, 1886. Early that morning, earthquakes were followed by eruptions that continued for hours, covering Te Wairoa with two metres of mud and ash. Continue reading Buried Village
Mt Ruahepu photo courtesy – Follash – wikimedia.org
I knew I was closer to Australia than I’d been in a long time in Te Kumi, because the burger I ordered for lunch had beetroot and there were lamingtons. But phrases reminded me I was still in New Zealand with “hey,” “there you are,” “there you go.” Continue reading From Waitomo to Whanganui
After arriving in Auckland, I ferried to Rangitoto Island Reserve across the bay. The deep green sea stretched around the island as I followed a path that wound passed oyster beds flourishing on lava rocks thrust from the volcanic cone six hundred years earlier. Climbing over jagged outcrops that covered the entire island, a bellbird called. Continue reading The lava island of Rangitoto
The small town, south of Quito, was located above a lush ravine where Rio Pastaza raged downstream. Continue reading A raining down in Banos
I’d stopped in Probolinggo because I wasn’t done with volcanoes. South-west of the city was active Mt Bromo where we travelled to find a lunar landscape around a smoking crater. Continue reading Java’s smoking giant, Mt Bromo
We didn’t stay long in Indonesia’s capital. Big cities aren’t my thing. We reached Bogor, sixty kilometres away, and relief at being away from Jakarta’s congestion, washed over me.
A guide soon convinced us to visit Mt Salak the following day. Drizzling rain should have warned me, but there was something about volcanoes I couldn’t resist, Continue reading Bogor turned out to be boggy Bogor