Apr 24, 2021
The Robins are building. There are at least two different ones as far as I could tell. I made them a little mud pit to help (and watch). Just soil, water, leaves and roots.
seen from India
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The Robins are building. There are at least two different ones as far as I could tell. I made them a little mud pit to help (and watch). Just soil, water, leaves and roots.
Kia Ora friends, family members, and those who might of stumbled across this blog completely on accident. I’d like to start out by giving a personal shout-out to my dad (Phil Long) for being the first ever commentator on my blog!! *cue confetti* I appreciate the support.
As requested, I’ll delve further into our group excursion to Rotorua last Saturday.
Geysers
view of the geysers from afar
large fern
Honestly, it’s been three days since we got back and I’m still not over it. When we stepped off the bus, it was as if we time-traveled to a Mesozoic Era jungle, equipped with giant ferns (so large they could be trees) and sulfurous mud pits. I’d been itching to ditch the urban Auckland scene for a while, and this trip more than satisfied my need for nature.
Our Māori guide led us through the geothermic valley, enlightening us on the culture and history of his people who have lived off this land for generations. He talked about the health benefits of the mud (even though it smelled like rotten eggs), how to cook fish via geysers, and the importance of what they do to care for the environment (we were able to see their kiwi bird rehabilitation center, but unfortunately I was unable to take any pictures due to the bird’s sensitivity to light).
He also talked about the rebirth of the Māori culture. The indigenous people of New Zealand have struggled to revitalize their language and cultural practices in the face of European colonization and racism, a trend that is sadly common throughout the world.
The institutions at Rotorua seek to educate Māori people (as well as Pakeha) so that they can take what they’ve learned and bring it back to their local tribes so that the knowledge becomes more widespread. They have schools that teach traditional wood carving, bone carving, weaving, and tattooing, as well as a fantastic interactive museum where you are welcome to talk to the masters of those arts as they work on their projects.
Traditional Wood-Carving
Work-shop
A Waka (traditional canoe)
All in all, if you have the chance to visit Rotorua, I’d highly recommend doing so. You will get a taste of the wild bio-diversity that New Zealand has to offer, as well as insight on its native people. Tomorrow I’ll talk more about Mount Eden, Myer’s Park, and my city adventures.
So until then (as always),
Yeah Ma, I’m Still Alive
Rotorua: The Second Lake Kia Ora friends, family members, and those who might of stumbled across this blog completely on accident.
Horses are cancelled.
well since i’ve got free time now i get to watch more f13 movies. think i’ll give 4 and 5 a fair shot but i wanna rewatch 6 so bad
dealing with more friend issues so you know what that means. MORE ART!
where do you even buy chest binders anymore? i remember a certain brand being popular like… 2014 ish but i believe it’s dead in the water/huge quality drop. i really don’t wanna buy a “compression bra” off amazon again
just downloaded camp forest green… i played it for maybe an hour and a half and by play i mean read the tutorial, admire all the jason skins and then go into the virtual cabin and read all the factoids they put in about the game and movies lol
it makes me sad i never got to experience it in its hayday; this game had a lot of potential and love and effort put into it and they definitely had a good few years left but a stupid lawsuit shut them down, i would hope it’s possible they can reinstate it now that it’s over but that feels like a huge mountain to climb
talking about my writing with my friends is so embarrassing. “oh what have you been up to” i’ve been writing a lot haha “oh cool! what are you writing?” 36 pages of my oc being besties with a serial killer. give or take. and then i sit there trying to justify myself as if it’s not cringe as hell to them 😭😭😭 gaaaahhh