Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Wai-o-Tapu, Rotorua

Let me take you to Rotorua today. The smelly Rotorua. Hahaha. That's what people always say about Rotorua and I actually forgot about it when I first arrived there. When we arrived in Rotorua, I thought there was a problem with the car. Maybe the engine gave out or there was a problem with the tires or did we accidentally stepped on some animal's droppings?

Then it hit us! Oh it's the smelly Rotorua air. Hahahaha... Yup it's that bad. The whole town smells bad like rotten eggs. Thousands of rotten eggs. But after a few hours there, we kind of get used to the smell. Oh, this is the town where you can get away with smelly farts too, so fart away! No one will know hahaha... XD

The highlight of our trip was visiting The Wai-O-Tapu Thermal Wonderland. You have to pay to be granted entrance. For adults, it's NZD $32.50 each. Not bad. Certainly cheaper than Hobbiton :p

Anyway, this Wai-O-Tapu Thermal Wonderland has the largest area of surface thermal activity of any hydrothermal system in the Taupo Volcanic Zone. The area is associated with volcanic activity dating back about 160,000 years! The area is covered with water and steaming fumaroles, collapsed craters, boiling mud pools as well as cold pools. It's a really cool and educational place to visit. 

Some photos for your pleasure.... 

On our way to the thermal wonderland.

Look at the colours!

Loving the view.

Danger. That pool is beautiful but it can burn you.

I think this is the Artist's Palette. 

Which way first?

So serene.

The water is cold here. Don't worry.

Amazing colors. Just like my water colours.

Loving the colours of this Champagne Pool. The surface temperature is 74 celsius. 

Me and the Champagne Pool. 
This spring is the largest in the district measuring at 65m in diameter and 62m deep. 

The Devil's Bath. The color is the result of excess water from the Champagne Pool mixing with ferrous salts and sulphur.

Panoramic view of the Devil's Bath


I hope you guys enjoy the tour! Until next time.
Toddles! xoxo

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Kids say the darndest thing

I met a boy recently and we immediately started talking. He's around 2 plus and very friendly. We talked about a lot of things. Among the topics were: family. He talked about his mum first and then he started talking about his dad. One of the things he said that made me held back laughter was this; He said, "Hari tu saya nampak ayah saya punya janggut ketiak." In English, "The other day I saw my father's beard armpit."

Hahahaha... Oh honey, let's not go there...


Photos below are from Google.



Sunday, 11 October 2015

Oh the things I worry about...

Okay, there seems to be ten thousands things to worry about. I received my ticket to Wellington from the uni last week! Weeeeee! It's dated on the 13th Nov 2015. Flying soon! But that's the fun part. The worrisome parts are:

- that means I have to finish off my PhD work (data collection) by the 13th of Nov. That's a month away! Hoping everything will be settled before I go back to Welly. InsyaaAllah.
- will I be alright on the flight with a pregnant belly?
- who will I be sitting with? Is my seat near the toilet?
- is baby going to be okay with the air pressure on the flight?
- what will the immigration say at the airport gate?
- hoping my luggage won't be too heavy. Not that I'm going to carry it but I need someone to help me with the lifting.
- we haven't found a suitable house to live in yet. 
- will house hunting be difficult?
- will house viewing be tiresome? I hope I won't have to view houses on hills or houses with lots of steps or I'll die of exhaustion.  
- when do I go to the hospital to carry on with my antennal check ups? What do I do? What do I say?
- what do I say to my supervisor when I see her? Is she going to be disappointed and angry at me because I'm pregnant? Okay I don't really care what she is going to think, I love my baby more than I love her.
- my husband is coming in Dec, am I going to miss him and be miserable until he arrives? Well I know I'm going to miss him but I hope I won't be crying or miserable at night.
- what shall I bring to NZ? I haven't packed my bags yet. Do I need to buy some baby stuff from here?

and many more worries to go on... but I shall think positive and chill. I'm good like that. hehehe :) Below is one of my fav poems about letting go of your worries by Rumi.


Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
(Rumi)

Monday, 5 October 2015

Medical check up

Phewww... I just accompanied my husband for his medical check up. It took 4 hours for everything to be completed. The waiting time was too long and I was extremely hungry I could eat a horse. :p

After done with the check up, we went down to the only restaurant in the hospital. It was a vegetarian restaurant. I wanted to eat red meat but we didn't have a choice. To my delight, the food was really good. Our food....

Vegetarian tom yam, lai chi kang, fried mushrooms and brown rice dish with vege soup and sauce.


Anyhoo, back to the medical check up story, Alhamdulillah everything went well, except the doctor said he is a little overweight (hey, I am overweight too :p). But he is working hard to lose weight so that's wonderful. Now we are halfway done with his partnership visa application. I can't wait for him to get his visa done soon so that he can come and be with me in NZ.

A new adventure is waiting for us, InsyaaAllah.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

Once upon a dream

I once wrote a poem about red doors. I was obsessed with red doors... Here goes...

Photo from here.


That building with the red doors


That building with the red doors,
standing majestically in front of me,
with mysterious trees surrounding the parameter,

whispering,
calling,
waving,
to me to cross the line.

That building with the red doors,
has glorious architecture,
that hypnotizes passersby,
with the sound of trap wind howling the area,

haunting,
screaming,
crying,
to me to cross the line.

That building with the red doors,
certainly is one of a kind,
it lures strangers in and tugs the heart,
with majestic panorama spread behind it,
and the rustle of leaves circling the steps,

signaling,
pulling,
commanding,
to me to cross the line

…and there I am,
standing still on the other side of the line,
neither moving forward nor stepping back.

admiring the aged trees,
fighting the sharp wind on the face,
brushing the dead leaves away

…and there I am,
glued to the ground,
on the other side of the line,

Watching the building with the red doors,
the doors tightly shut with all its powerful secrets inside,

contemplating,
fearing,
waiting,
for fate to befall on me.

fwy 29th July 2013