Blue Springs

Day 198 – Matamata, New Zealand

It is difficult to describe my experience of the Blue Springs. It should have been a simple, delightful walk by a small river with unusually blue waters. 

But it was more than that. It was the green plants growing in the blue water; the lush exotic species growing on the banks, tree ferns, flax, cabbage trees; it was an otherwordly feeling of being either plunged into a prehistoric past or another planet altogether.

As you can guess, I thouroughly enjoyed the outing.

After the Springs, my hosts took me to an ancient hotel -less rundown than promised- for lunch that has been here long enough to be part of the local history. There is a golf course, pool tables, hot springs, black and white pictures of the events that had been taking place for the last century or so…

The parlor has an old club feeling, deep leather armchairs, old visitors’ books, but electric fireplace and modern lightning.

After that we came home, and -having a slight obsession with the lemon trees-, I made some lemonade.

Later on we had a thunderstorm rolling in, with plenty -and I mean plenty- of lightning. The TV later announced that thousands of strikes had been recorded!