geyser mists and sulfur

My first orientation is in Rotorua, a small town on north island. The town is filled with geysers and, consequently, smells pungently of sulfur. Nevertheless, we have heaps of fun. We learn the haka, (which is a war dance of sorts that the NZ All Blacks rugby team performs before each game), and consequently get to see all the guys in our group clad in nothing but loin cloths; I still smirk when I think of the humorous and enjoyable sight of them in their authentic native costumes. We also go hiking (known to kiwis as "tramping") in a gorgeous redwood forest, where the airy redwood canopies are filled with mists that drip onto beautiful and outlandish fern trees; it was like a scene from Dr. Seuss morphed into a enigmatic and sparkling world. However, my favorite and by far most daring and uncomfortable adventure was the caving.