You know, I just got back from Rotorua, and I still can't quite wrap my head around it. It's one of those places where it feels like you're walking through a living postcard, but then something unexpected happens that pulls you right back to reality. I started out asking myself what the best things to do in Rotorua really were, but honestly, it was all the little moments along the way that made it so memorable.
This spot? Total surprise.
So first off, I honestly didn't think I'd enjoy Rotorua as much as I did. I mean, I knew it was famous for its geothermal activity and Maori culture, but I wasn't jumping out of my seat with excitement. But then I stumbled onto the Government Gardens. One minute I'm wandering through the hustle and bustle of the city, and the next, I find myself in this oasis of lush green lawns, bright flowerbeds, and a crazy cool old bathhouse that dated back to the Victorian era.
It felt like I had walked into a painting or some Pinterest board of a dreamy escape. I took a seat on one of the benches, and for a split second, I thought, “Okay, maybe this place isn't so bad after all.” I watched families picnicking, kids running around, and older couples strolling hand in hand. Honestly, I even asked myself if I could just stay there for the rest of the day, soaking in the bliss. The unexpected serenity hit me like a soft wave, and I found myself feeling lighter, like somehow I forgot the weight of daily life even if just for a moment.
The afternoon that changed my whole mood
I need to tell you about this one afternoon that transformed my entire mood. So picture this: it was a rainy morning, typical of Rotorua, and I wasn't really sure what to do. There's something about rain that can either pull you down or push you to explore. I ended up deciding to check out the Te Puia Cultural Centre. Honestly, my expectations weren't too high. I was just hoping for a warm, dry place and maybe a bit of Maori culture if I was lucky.
But when I got there and saw the boiling mud pools and the geysers, it was like a slap in the face, but in a good way. I found myself snapping photos like crazy, completely mesmerized by the raw power of nature. Then there was this moment when I joined a guided tour. I wasn't even going to go in; I almost bailed at the last second. But I told myself, “What the heck? Why not?”
The guide, a local named Hemi, shared stories that made the culture come alive. I could feel the pride he had for his heritage. He spoke about the legends associated with the land, and suddenly the place felt more than just a bunch of holes in the ground. When he lit up showing us the traditional way of carving wood, it blinked a whole new lens on the experience. I didn't just learn; I felt connected, as if I had stepped into a rich narrative that was so much bigger than myself.
Seriously, I walked away buzzing with energy when I was expecting more of a dampening experience. Who knew a simple decision would totally shift my vibe?
I almost missed this, no thanks to my bad sense of direction
Then there's my ongoing struggle with direction. I'll spare you the cringe, but I somehow ended up taking the longest route to the Redwoods Treewalk, which is definitely one of the best things to do in Rotorua. I was trying to follow my phone's GPS but clearly, it's way too optimistic about my abilities. Somehow, I ended up chasing shiny things like a magpie, and it turned into a wild goose chase through this adorable neighborhood.
But here's the kicker: because I was wandering and getting lost, I discovered this little café called “The Green Dragon.” How did I almost walk past it? It had such a cozy vibe, with the smell of coffee wafting through the air, and I thought, “Alright, maybe mistakes aren't so bad.” I popped in for a quick bite, and guys, their carrot cake was next-level. Moist, sweet, and paired with a velvety cream cheese frosting? I couldn't leave without sneaking a slice into my backpack.
As I finally made my way to the Redwoods Treewalk, I felt kind of victorious despite the winding detour. The towering trees and the enchanting walkways suspended above the forest floor made me feel like I was in another world. And you know what? Getting lost added a layer of adventure to my day.
A meal I’ll never forget
And let's talk food for a sec because Rotorua has a lot to offer in that realm. So I went for a traditional Hangi feast—again, something I didn't think I'd love as much, but wow, I was blown away. It's essentially a Māori meal where meat and veggies are cooked in an underground oven.
Sitting there outdoors, with a group of fellow travelers, I could hardly contain my excitement when they started serving it. The aromas were incredible. And I don't know if it was the steam from the food or just the sheer joy of it all, but that meal made me feel so alive. You could taste the earthiness of the ingredients, the care behind it all. I had seconds—and thirds—those succulent pieces of meat melting in my mouth. And the kumara? Oh man, don't even get me started.
It felt like a true celebration of culture and flavors.
Reflections on the way home
Looking back, the best things to do in Rotorua weren't just about the sights or activities. They were woven into moments like getting lost in the rain, discovering that unexpected café, and devouring that Hangi meal. The little detours turned into the highlights—who would've thought?
Now I'm back home with a heart full of experiences and a mind racing through all those kindred moments I had. Sometimes, it's the little stumbles and surprises that create the most cherished memories. I'll probably be thinking about the weight of those giant Redwoods for ages, just like I'll remember that rabbit hole I stumbled into.
I sipped the last drop of my coffee, feeling an odd mix of contentment and longing. Just as I'd hoped, Rotorua had a way of sticking with me, even when I thought it wouldn't.
