Roturua, New Zealand
As the orange bus pulls into the township of Rotarua the smell of sulpha fills the air. The best way to describe the smell of sulpha is like rotten eggs. I took a walk through the thermal wonderland. Thermal pools bubble up making the sound of an old kettle and the frying of bacon. Smoke and steam rise up from under the ground through storm water drains and thermal baths and escapes through every crevasse. It seems as if the entire city could erupt any second
