We spent a quiet moment by this spectacular lake. During which time, the cloud began to clear and one enterprising soul decided to brave the water to the amusement of his mates! It was so deliciously clear, I would’ve had a dip myself if I’d brought my cossie. I do love a cold water swim. Ah well, next time.
Then we drove via the “green” and “blue” lakes to the Buried Village:
Green lake looking blue 👇🏼Blue lake looking… white? 👇🏼
Here’s the blue lake looking bluer from the other side:
The Buried Village is a village that ended up buried under several feet of mud after a volcano erupted at the far side of the first lake I posted a picture of in this post. The huge eruption happened in 1886, and buried most other villages in the vicinity under 15 metres of volcanic mud. The village that has been excavated came off better because it was sheltered to some extent by the local hills. But some people did die, too, as bits of buildings fell on them. Some of the very simple Maori whake dwellings survived, however, turning out to be some of the safest refuges for people to shelter in.
As well as all the historical excavation there was a beautiful bushwalk alongside a spectacular waterfall by the Buried Village.
I finally managed to get a photo and a video of a tui. It’s not very good, but it’s something! (These beautiful birds are sometimes known as the “parson bird” apparently, because the little white pom pom flourish at their throats looks a bit like a dog collar!) Their song is magical.
(Turn your volume up to hear the mellow low pitched part of the tui’s song 👆🏼, which has an incredible range of pitches and tones to it. At some point I hope to capture more!)