Ten to Three Hundred Sixty-Five (Part 5)

We are halfway through this recollection of my first year here in New Zealand. Several days ago, I started writing to remember and give meaning to what has been one of the biggest decisions I have made in my life to date: leaving the Philippines.

As someone whose father is among the first influx of Filipino seamen in the 1970s who practically circumnavigated the world, I have learned - ironically through him - how to love my own country deeply. Although his photos and pasalubong would testify how better-looking some other countries were at that time, he would always affirm that there is nothing more beautiful than your own beloved land.

Hence, this recollection series would not be complete without mentioning how my life in another country has made me love my own more.

#6: FILIPINIANA (Philippine National Costume)

Still singing: At the 114th
Philippine Independence Day celebration

I have never worn my Filipiniana as often as I did last year. In fact, three hundred sixty-five days ago, at this very hour of writing, I was wearing the same Filipiniana for my last public performance before leaving the Philippines. It was to sing the theme song of a new travel show called "Kahanga-hangang Pilipinas" ("Amazing Philippines"). And it is just equally amazing that my first public performance here in Wellington was to sing the same song and mightily represent my country during the 2013 Southeast Asian Night Market!

Actually, this journey of my being an unofficial singing cultural attache started out on my second day here in Wellington. That's right. Funny how I envisioned myself to be low-key and to just hide in the library or quietly do my postponed and unfinished writing projects before leaving. But I think that's not the plan of the Lord for bringing me here. He wants me to instead shine, enlarge the place of my tent, and be a blessing to more people through this gift of singing.

Prior to coming here, I was thrilled to learn that the Philippine Embassy - New Zealand is just a few blocks away from my university accommodation. You see, I have never been to a different country on my own. My closest relative, which is my cousin, is in Auckland. And for first-time lone migrants like me, albeit temporary, the first and important thing is to establish a network of people you can connect with. They determine the reach and the depth of your stay in a different country. Hence, it was really a blessing from the Lord that, before leaving, I was endorsed by my previous boss to the Philippine Ambassador to NZ herself, Madame Virginia Benavidez.

Ambassador-slash-talent manager-slash-official mother

In fact, my very first itinerary in NZ, the day after arriving, was a courtesy call to the Madame Ambassador. It was my first time to actually come face-to-face with a highest-ranking diplomat so I prepared myself well. But I was surprised that Ambassador Benavidez is not your stereotypical envoy: she is warm, engaging, and attentive. That prodded me to talk about what I do back home, including singing. When I showed her the video of my last singing event in the Philippines, she became very excited. It turned out, she had been looking for someone to perform for the 2013 Southeast Asian Night Market! I made my 'debut performance' at Ang Bahay, the ambassador's residence, three days after I first met her and from then on, she proudly refers to herself as my "talent manager" (because she was the one who "discovered" me here!).

Doing my share in the 2013 local elections

That started my rather 'deep' involvement in various activities for and within the Filipino communities here. I even experienced counting ballots for absentee voting wherein I tallied over 600+ votes from 11PM to 2PM the next day! That elevated my respect for our teachers and COMELEC officers in the voting precincts to the roof.

More importantly, through the Philippine Embassy, I also got to meet a lot of Filipino migrants, among whom have been in NZ for the last 30 years. It is enlightening to hear their stories because they somehow have the same cultural background as yours against which they see and live in their new home. It becomes easier for me to ease into a new culture because of their stories.

What I appreciate most in Wellington is that, since the city is relatively small, the Filipino community here is pretty united. I saw this during their response to Typhoon Haiyan. While we never ran out of power struggle/politics, personality and character issues, and Filipinos who talk badly about their own people as if they were never one of them, I saw that there are still a good number that consider the best interests of the Philippines because it is still 'home.' I appreciated those that nevertheless try to incorporate the Filipino culture and language in their rather foreign homes. And I am still amazed at how some teenagers and young professionals, who practically grew up here, can still speak straight (and I mean without the Kiwi accent) Tagalog!

Filipino youth to the rescue: Typhoon Haiyan street appeal

And these are the people I chose to hang out with. It's wonderful because you will receive several invitations to lunch or dinner at their places. They would open their homes to you and even make you a part of their family. There are times that you just become exhausted of negotiating your identity with a new culture and that you just needed some time to share your own culture with. In practical terms, there are times I am just too tired to speak another English word or eat another slice of pizza. I wanted to laugh at Filipino jokes and eat my adobo. This is why, I find it irritating when some Filipino migrants would unwittingly talk against their own country because really, even if you have your new citizenship, you can never take away your being Filipino. If one would see it in another way, it might be that your rather unfortunate experience back home has made you the kind of person that you are, which might be useful in the new country that you are in. So why always blame and complain about the Philippines?

Can't imagine spending my first Christmas away from home
without you guys!

But to those who quietly and humbly work hard, doing their own little but significant ways in making their lives and those around them better - whether as (and for) a Kiwi or a Filipino - to them I give out my snappy salute. For them, I am going back home with a renewed passion to better my people because I know, in this part of the world, a fellow Filipino is doing the same.

Big love to my Filipino family here in New Zealand! :) (P.S. I really wish to show more photos of other Filipinos friends but that's gonna be an entire blog altogether.)

Ten to Three Hundred Sixty-Five (Part 4)

Retracing my one year here in New Zealand would not be complete without talking about its natural terrains. My new habitat may fall short of the beautiful beaches that we have back home, but it has hills, parks, and walking tracks that are free and VERY accessible to all.

Hence, this fourth part of my blog series will be all about that concerning the wandering and the walking that has been my life here in New Zealand.

#5: WALKING SHOES


Ain't no mountain high enough?

Before leaving the Philippines, I was told by a missionary who lived in NZ that Wellington is really a hilly city. Despite of that, and probably because of the cold weather, people here love to walk nevertheless. So, I made sure to come with a good pair of walking shoes.

However, this pair only lasted for nine months. That is how I enjoyed walking here! (I once did a crazy 5-hour walk, which resulted in a swollen ankle. But the scenery and the sense of accomplishment were all worth it.) I could say that my love for walking and wandering was reignited here in NZ.

In fact, the addresses of my previous and current flats (the term they use for their housing here) have the word 'terrace' on it. And true to its name, these streets have forced me to walk uphill to uni and back for almost a year.

But what is there not to like about walking here in NZ? Fresh air, clean and green scenery, and friendly fellow walkers who will greet you as they meet you along the way. Besides, the walking tracks are very accessible and well-organized - they even have decent public toilets! Particularly in Wellington, walking has become incorporated in the city life that the city council designed a walking path which will allow you to explore the city by foot. This is called the City to Sea Walkway. It's a 12-km walk that takes around 6-7 hours but it can be done in stages. I have tried some stages but haven't finished the entire path yet.


Who wouldn't dare go crazy if only
to personally see and feel this?

Oftentimes, in my walks, I silently wish that the Philippines has the same. I think most of the problems we have within our homes and offices can be solved with people having the available option to go for walks and breathe some fresh air. It does really make a lot of difference.

If I were to have it my own way, I would go for walks every week or even during lunch breaks. But how can I do that when the nearest walking treks would be an hour (minus the traffic) away? And if there are pathways around, it would be amid smog and shopping centers, making you want to stay more in your office desk. Less expenses.

This is because to an extent, we are somehow defined by the place we are in. Here in New Zealand, I feel free and safe wherever and whatever time I walk. I don't have to think about kidnappers or pickpockets or communist rebels hiding in the bush. I find that people are more trusting of one another - even leaving their kids, as young as three, wandering around open parks or just go tramping (or what we call 'hiking') with them. Back home, kids are overly guarded and are even prevented to get out of their backyards or houses. Pushing it further, I would blame my being lethargic to growing up in this paranoid environment. Instead of being encouraged to discover and explore, you will first be warned. It should be the other way around.

And how can we reinforce the value of loving the environment if we don't get to be one with it? Again, I could say that my love for the nature and the animals was strengthened because I got to personally experience, interact and learn more about them here in NZ. In fact, today, I just stopped to pick up a very tiny hatchling (a duckling) I saw freezing on the streets on my way to the university, which I would otherwise ignore if I am walking in the streets of Quezon City.


Glittery boots: you know it's Asian! :p

I am not saying that there aren't bad people and that everything is so perfect and paradise-like in NZ(because they can really get drunk here and you wouldn't want to find yourself walking alone in town on a Friday or a Saturday night). But what I am saying is that it would do us a big help if we could prioritize our walkways, parks, natural gardens - especially within our cities.

Then, we could make use more of our well-loved tsinelas or what they call here as 'jandals.' From the words Japanese + sandals, this term was coined by one New Zealander who was impressed with the footwear of the Japanese swimming team that came to his country many decades ago.

And, if we have better walkways in the cities, that might just 'legitimize,' at least aesthetically, the wearing of boots - no matter how hot and humid it can get back home. :) 

Ten to Three Hundred Sixty-Five (Part 3)

Three days ago, I started retracing my almost 365 days here in New Zealand. I talked about my main reason for leaving the Philippines, which is the NZ ASEAN Scholarship, and the top two things that help me overcome homesickness.

Since another strong earthquake (magnitude 6.3, depth of 27km) struck yesterday, I decided to talk about my "natural habitat," which I have become accustomed to over the year. However, I will not write about earthquakes since I already wrote about my first big earthquake experience here. Undoubtedly, it had a huge impact on what I deemed are most important to me and it made me realize how unprepared and ignorant I am for my own survival! (Except for the emergency bag, I still feel I lack the necessary life skills during times of disaster. That's another project for this new year, I think.)

So for this blog entry and the next, I will focus on the less demanding and easier features of how I deal with my new habitat.

# 4: SCARVES, COATS, AND OTHER WINTER CLOTHES

Aside from taking a selfie at the uni's toilet,
I hoped I look like a student in this white jersey.

At this same date last year, I was shopping for t-shirts and long-sleeve shirts with my sister. I aimed for a casual look in New Zealand as I was really looking forward to be a 'student' again. Besides, it is a wonderful opportunity for me to dress down after several years of trying to look 'professional' at work.

Obviously, this plan failed. With the nippy winds from the Antarctic that get into your bones, called the southerlies, which can also sometimes blow with a gust of 120km/h, I was only able to use my tees for the first two months. I ended up wearing the thermals I bought from Kathmandu and all my thick clothes, one on of top of another, for almost an entire year.

And this is exactly what I hated about cold weather: I feel heavy with all the layers of my clothes! Even back home, I am used to just wearing t-shirt and jeans. I find putting on layers of clothes, even bringing coats or jackets with me, too much of a hassle. But here I am, trying to dress like the Romans because I am in Rome.

Trying a new scarf style:
the European Loop

And while most people back home enjoyed - and even get excited - about having to wear winter clothes, I was not one of them. A cousin-in-law gave me bright-colored coats because I told her that 90% of the people here in Wellington wear black and gray. She probably got a little excited. Can you just imagine how I shine with an apple green coat when I walk in the city's business district?

Once, while walking home late at night, a fashionable gay with an afro hair gave me a second look when he walked past through me. He was probably 'amused' at my coat that he even suspended the phone call he was about to make (while walking) just to say: "Oooh, purple coat! I LOVE IT!" It was so random that I just didn't have time to talk back.

My new habitat also demanded that I learn new things, like putting on scarves and beanies (also called 'bonnets' back home). My Vietnamese flatmate, Hailie, had to teach me the European Loop, which is a lot tighter and thus provides better protection for your neck. Apparently, I only know of the style that you just loop the scarf around your neck and loosen it a little to allow air to pass through. Why would you do a European Loop at the tropics, anyway? (For those interested, here is a helpful video posted by a fellow scholar from Christchurch to show 25 different ways of wearing a scarf.)

All geared up to brave
through Wellington's elements!

I also never wore rain jackets as often as I did here. But umbrellas are useless in Wellington winds. So I had to buy one, which costed $99, one of the cheapest 'storm jackets' around. It has a hood big enough to cover half of your face (in the photo) as the direction of the rains can go anywhere because of the winds. It also has a lining garment underneath, which insulates your body temperature. On worst days, I would put this jacket on top of two thick layers of clothing. And honestly, I feel like an astronaut on those.

While this may sound trivial for some, these tiny changes in outfit have caused major adjustments for me. The beanie, for example, is associated with rappers and hip-hop followers on my part of the world (not necessarily the Philippines - I have my own world at times). So, it was a little difficult for me to look at the mirror and appreciate my face with a beanie on top of it.

Wellington is a very wet city and it didn't help that I am at my worst during rainy days. Because of my weird stride, I have the tendency to soil my pants easily. I also feel queasy whenever I get wet. Back home, coming to work all wet is embarrassing. Never mind that you go daily to the office with your wet hair as long as your clothes are ironed and dry. Weird.

I still feel uncomfortable wearing beanies.
I look like a Smurf - a gangsta Smurf. :))

But living in New Zealand for almost a year had taught me to just deal with it. It has freed me from the stresses I foolishly put on myself because no one really cares - not in the sense of the fashionable gay who greeted me, because really, we still need to look good. But as long as you are clean and comfortable (that is, prepared for the weather of the day), you look fine. 

I wouldn't say that New Zealand doesn't have those people who would rather look cool and be cold. Oh, they've got heaps, especially among the younger ones. But no, thank you. I prefer staying warm - and bright. Haha.

P.S. I'll talk about the footwear - the boots, the 'jandals' (what jandals??), and all that smelly stuff tomorrow!

Ten to Three Hundred Sixty-Five (Part 2)

Yesterday, I started an effort to give meaning to my one year here in New Zealand. Since I began writing ten days before my 'official anniversary,' I thought of highlighting ten things (in no particular order) that defined my twelve months here. The first item was the NZ ASEAN Scholarship, which was really the main reason why I left the Philippines (read here). Now, the next items are those that make me feel like I never left.

#2: FACEBOOK

It is funny that my family are the ones who sometimes
get tired of video chatting with me!

I have never been so hooked on Facebook until I arrived here in NZ. From the moment I wake up (before I put on my make-up?) up until I go to bed, I check on my Facebook account. I even subscribed to a local telecom's mobile data so I can always be online. It has become a necessity, most especially whenever I travel, that I feel insecure when there is no telecom service in some areas; hence, no internet connection.

In fact, one of my concerns before arriving to NZ was how to stay online. I heard that the internet here is not as reliable and fast as in the Philippines. It turns out, it is just more expensive. Thank God, there is free, unlimited WiFi at uni and my accommodation!

A fellow scholar and good friend once remarked that if he wants to know what's going on with my life, he doesn't need to call or meet up with me. He'll just simply browse over my Facebook account. And that is exactly what I intended. In a way, this has been an accountability tool for me. I want my life away from home to be adequately open and transparent to the people I left behind - people that knew me before I got here. 

I don't know with other people, but I consider my Facebook Wall as a representation of who I am. Hence, I don't just post stuff without thinking carefully. I recognize that a lot of people see and are influenced by what I present them (or the absence of it). They weigh what they see or read. And those that mean well can even read the 'trends' of where you're heading to.

It doesn't necessarily mean that I base my life on their approval. But it helps to just have some home-based eyes to see what you fail to see because you've been living in a certain world for quite some time.

#3: INTERNET RADIO (Tune-In)

What's on my favorites?

Music has always been a significant part of my being and learning. Some songs actually denote times, seasons, and memories. So, having this internet radio on my phone was such a big help in keeping me rooted.

I was particularly happiest when I saw that 702 DZAS, the Filipino Christian radio station I often listen to back home, is in the selection. There is just something wonderful about hearing familiar voices who are speaking your own dialect and songs or messages that have been a source of encouragement to you.

In fact, I never realized the great value of a radio ministry until I had to need it. There was one season last year, I think during winter, that I had turned this on as soon as I got out of bed. It pumped me up into the day - especially on a week of non-stop rains. On the other hand, I would keep this up at nights so I can be lulled to sleep. That makes me feel like I am just in my own bedroom.

Until the internet connection fluctuates or is out of the telecom's coverage area. Then, I am again confronted with the offline reality: I did leave home. :(

Ten to Three Hundred Sixty Five (Part 1)

It's been 355 days since I left the Philippines to pursue a postgraduate degree in New Zealand under a scholarship program (for those interested in the scholarship, see here). Ten more days, and if I were the earth, I would have already completed my orbit around the sun.

So what? Just like the earth, it happens every year: many Filipinos around the world have successfully completed their postgraduate degrees in a foreign country. How then could this journey be different?

In a university graduation speech, the Philippines' chief finance officer said that "working hard and having fun are nothing if you do not dare to give your life meaning." Hence, I bravely embark on this ten-day series of self-discovery by giving meaning to top ten things that defined my first orbit life in New Zealand.

#1: THE SCHOLARSHIP

Looks like more of a 'marching order' for me. :)

I know I sounded like I downplayed this favor from the Lord, but if I come to think of it, this is the main reason I flew 8,000 miles away from home. A good friend from the University of the Philippines, who will soon be leaving 'home,' once asked me for tips on how to cope with homesickness. I gave her a few points but on top of the list is having a goal and that goal should be very clear in your heart and mind. You have sacrificed the comforts of being in your own home and world, might as well make it very meaningful. Besides, that goal will keep you busy and focused once all the parties and the shopping had done its course.

As for my case, I made it very clear to myself that my top priority in NZ is to deliver what is expected of me by the scholarship program - that is, to  finish my Master's degree with good grades. Thus, early on in the year, I developed this habit of asking this question first whenever I am presented with opportunities: how will this help me finish my postgraduate degree well? So far, by the grace of God, my first year went really good. (I'll talk about my university life in another blog.)

But more than another achievement on paper, this scholarship has allowed me to meet other young Filipino scholars who are equally interesting, exciting, fun, and promising. We only had one "major get-together" last year and I met some of them through my travels around NZ. But it felt so good to be able to get to know people who share the same reason that you have for coming to a foreign country and to just enjoy your new (and oftentimes hilarious) experiences as international students. 

Thawing at Auckland during winter break
(we're still not complete here though)

What was most meaningful for me was the realization that we still have a great number of young Filipinos who haven't given up on the Philippines yet. Oftentimes, and unfortunately, I have been surrounded with so much negative perceptions about our country that I felt I am the only one of the very few who are fool enough to still believe there is hope in our country.

But through this scholarship, I had the privilege of getting to know some of these inspiring Filipinos better, even becoming their friends, and it is just assuring to hear their stories, their dreams for themselves, their families, their provinces, and the Philippines. It's interesting that, even miles away from home, we talk both fondly and frustratingly about our country. At one point, we even have our 'futures' planned, with most of us getting top posts in the government and business sectors and putting into reality the things we learned and discovered here.

Celebrating 114th Philippine Independence Day!

And mind you, this bunch of scholars are professionals in their own rights: chemists, food technicians, lawyers, geothermal scientists, university lecturers, government employees, marine biologists, entrepreneurs, and even one court judge, to name a few. Yet it is humbling that here in New Zealand, we all come to a common ground.

While I do not know their other personal motives, but I trust that in my brief encounters with them, the welfare of the Philippines and its image in the world is part of their agenda.

Lastly, I wouldn't be able to enjoy New Zealand without having to worry about where I'll get money for my expenses if not for this scholarship. Nothing can really get cooler than that. If you just come to think of it, there is such an abundance of wealth in this world. We only need people who are unyielding and stubborn enough to believe in it for them to see it. I just did.

To my fellow NZ ASEAN Scholarship Awardees, mabuhay kayong lahat!  

Makara Walkway: Wellington Without Borders

After my last exam for the year, I was looking for something rewarding to do. So when my Indonesian friend invited me for a tramp along a walkway in Karori, a suburb some four kilometers away from the city center, I immediately said yes. It would be good to try a new place to walk to. But I never thought that this would turn out to be a memorable one.

One extra large loop. The red line showed our trek that day.

The Makara Walkway is a 6-kilometer loop starting from the Makara Beach up to the West Wind Recreation Center (where the wind turbines are) and back to the coastline. But instead of starting from the beach, we started from Karori Park. This made our trek a total of 16 kilometers! But we walked anyway - at the side of the main road!

The last bus stop. No one really thought that we needed a private ride to go
to the start of the actual walkway. 

So we walked, and we walked, and we walked some more for the next two and a half hours. There were no public toilets along the way and we had to "use our initiative," as the old man said when we asked where we could pee. It was easy to entertain ourselves though, as the view along the road is simply beautiful - including those lowly sheep!

What added to the feeling of tiredness, I think, was the uncertainty of where we are going. After two hours, it seemed like the road just never ends.  I personally felt relieved when I saw the sign of the West Wind Recreation Area, the place where we agreed to have lunch.

After more than two hours of walking. And it seems that we are not yet
any nearer to where we would actually want to go.

One kilometer more, which also means another 30-minute walk!

And boy, egg fried rice had never tasted that good once we arrived at the wind farms! Imagine eating your lunch after three hours of walking with this view in front of you:

The West Wind Recreation Area: making use of Wellington's strong winds!

The West Wind is the third wind farm built by Meridian company, New Zealand's largest electricity generator. It has 62 wind turbines which generate enough electricity each year for about 62,000 average New Zealand homes. What's most amazing is that there is one (and only) turbine that the public can access to: the People's Turbine! It felt so surreal standing below it and hearing the mighty sound it generates. 

People's Turbine: It felt like approaching a spaceship.

You can still see quite a number of the turbines from a good distance.

After having eaten and rested a bit, we went ahead to the Makara Beach. On our way, we were stunned by the panoramic views of the northern tip of the South Island and Cook Strait, which explains the gale force winds at the hilltops. And it was only then that I realized that we are actually at the edge of the southern tip of the North Island.

After walking for hours, I thought Wellington has no borders!

At the tip of the North Island: stunning view of the Cook Strait.

We were really overjoyed with the view that we almost got lost when we went down to the beach. Good thing, there was a couple whom we asked for directions. They told us to follow the fence, which is actually along the high cliff of the wild, rocky coastline of Wellington's rugged southern coast! It didn't help that forceful winds were blowing from the Cook Strait and that the walk down the Fort Opau gun placements was very steep. I later learned that, for centuries, this place has been a good vantage position for the people of Makara in defending their lands.

Literally on the edge!!!

So we went down anyway. And I cannot help but admire the Indonesian women I was walking with: Rory (from West Papua), Zuraida (from Aceh), Endah and Asih (both from Java). The first two are actually moms! I could say that I wouldn't be able to walk that great length without the silent endurance and the profound sense of adventure of these women. They just wanted to explore. Rory, in particular, was not afraid to trust her instincts and just walk even without knowing the final destination.

Rory, Endah, Asih, and Zuraida: Amazing walking buddies!

As I spent time admiring the Cook Strait and the wind turbines, it just dawned on me how this trek actually reflects my life here in New Zealand for the past nine months. Asih remarked that New Zealand is like a "land without borders." I can never agree more.

Living in New Zealand has allowed me to be free from myself. Free from the comforts of my home, my family, the familiar things. I came without any assurance of what will be the end of this journey except for a goal to finish my postgraduate degree and learn new things. Although I generally look okay, living here is still surreal. I still feel lost in the myriad of new experiences I had here. But just like what Zuraida said about our trek, it was important that "everyone was kinda prepared to get lost."

Going beyond boundaries.

There were several times when I don't know if my behaviors were conventional enough or if I have communicated myself rightly to my classmates or if I even understood them correctly. There were more times when I feel confused since my ideas are often tangential to how my classmates see and interpret the readings or the things we learn in class. But still, I learned anyway. I connected anyway. I made friends anyway. And that made this postgraduate year extra fulfilling than taking it within the borders of my home country.

At the beach's cafe, we decided to treat ourselves with ice cream as we prepare for another two-hour walk back to Karori Park, where there will be a public transport. My thighs were already aching. Endah was almost limping. But I didn't hear anyone complained, only wishes thrown at the air for someone to give us a ride back. And what do you know: I saw a classmate in one of my papers this trimester. Good thing she recognized me! I told her about what we did. Pitied at the insanity of it all, she asked us if we want a ride back to Karori Park.

At that very moment, I was glad I went beyond my borders. This trek has given me more than the rewarding experience I was looking for. It has ushered me to a new and bigger world beyond, where there are lesser strangers and fewer boundaries.


Sources:
On Makara Walkway: http://www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/tracks-and-walks/wellington-kapiti/wellington/makara-walkway/
On West Wind Recreation Area: http://www.meridianenergy.co.nz/about-us/generating-energy/wind/west-wind/

Relaxing Rotorua

Rotorua is the second city in New Zealand (not counting Wellington, which is slowly becoming like a second home!) that I visited this year. Located at the heart of the North Island, Rotorua impressed me with its very relaxing and close-to-nature ambience.

I went by a seven-hour bus ride up north. On a beautiful sunny day, just like what I had when I went, that road trip was pretty fast. I was even given a treat to a scenic view of the snowcapped Mt. Ruapehu:


Mt. Ruapehu: Cool blend of green, white and blue!

The bus arrived at the Rotorua Tourism Center, which I would say is a wonderful gateway to the city. It gives you an impression of a laid-back, peaceful territory and that you're supposed to leave all your tensions and stresses right there and now. The tourism center used to be the Old Post Office. Connected to it is a memorial town clock erected in honor of the longest-serving prime minister of New Zealand, Richard Seddon.


Rotorua Tourism Center: Beautiful even in gray skies.

Not far from this place is another building that truly made me feel I am in a different place and time. At first glance, I knew it was an old government building. Turns out, I am becoming good at identifying historic spaces here in New Zealand. It used to be the Old Bath House building within the Government Gardens before it was turned into the city's museum.


Just arrived: I could really make use of the old baths here, really.

The name Rotorua is actually a Maori word. Roto means "lake" and Rua means "two." It was the second major lake the Maori chief Ihenga discovered. Since the 1800s, Rotorua has been groomed as the "spa capital" of the country. Fair enough, they have heaps of hot pools around due to the geothermal activity of the city. Lake Rotorua, which is the second largest lake in the North Island, was formed from the crater of a large volcano.

"Rotten-rua": This is one the volcanic vents that you can see
(AND SMELL!) around the city.

Speaking of lakes, Rotorua is known for having some of the most captivating lakes in New Zealand. And I had the grandest chance to check out two of those! So that's really roto-rua! The first one is called Lake Okareka, which means "the lake of sweet food." In early times, Maoris grew sweet potatoes (kumara) around the lake. It is now a residential area and I happened to be lodged in one of the houses around that beautiful body of water!


Lake Okareka: Sweet Kiwi dip!

Again, not so far from Lake Okareka is another breathtaking but bigger lake. Known for its striking color, especially on a bright sunny day, Lake Tikitapu is also known as Blue Lake. The Maori name comes from a story in older times wherein a daughter of a high-born chief was bathing in this lake and was wearing the Tikitapu (or the sacred greenstone neck ornament). The young woman happened to lose her precious stone in the blue waters of the lake. That tikitapu is believed to be still in the Blue Lake.

Blue Lake: Looks like deep blue sea!
(Photo by Karlo Camacho, from his Facebook account)

Today, Blue Lake is a preferred recreation and retreat center. It has benches around it, a playground for kids, a grill for barbecue, and fancy lodges. Some go for a swim and do other water activities such as kayaking.

Gray Lake?? (photo by Argie Reyes, from his Facebook account)

On my way back to Wellington, I rode with a very loud and happy bunch of Filipinos. It was another six hours of beautiful and soothing scenery with original Pinoy music (OPM) playing on the background. My mind was brought back to the hustle and bustle of my home city in the Philippines. I imagined tall buildings, crowded streets, jam-packed jeepneys, smog, and the other inconveniences of a 'developing country.' If only I could take these 'privileges' with me so my fellow Filipinos can enjoy it too. But for the mean time, I quietly sat at the passenger seat, thankful and content, thinking about my next destination.

Sources:
On Lakes: http://www.rotoruanz.com/
On Rotorua Tourism Center: http://www.treklens.com/gallery/photo504480.htm