After my nap I headed—still groggy—slightly north of town to the rushing torrent of Huka Falls.
It was an absolutely astonishing volume of water crashing through the gorge it had carved for itself – and a beautiful blue-green color.
Taupo, a relatively normal (not just tourist pandering) town, is situated on the lake of the same name, which is an ENORMOUS, water filled volcanic crater covering an area about the size of Singapore. It’s known for being hella cold, offering amazing trout fishing, and the view in the background of Mount Doom (aka Mount Ngauruhoe). Taupo likes also to bill itself as the sky diving capital of the world – they say that more dives occur here each year than anywhere else on the planet.
Well – you know what they say about ‘when in Rome…’
Yes, I am scared of flying, and yes, I’m scared of of heights, but for whatever reason I have come pretty close twice now to committing to jumping out of the proverbial ‘perfectly good airplane’, and by god, I could hardly think of a more scenic place to do it, so…