We drove over to the Waitomo Caves
on Sunday to explore the phenomenom that is blackwater rafting. It’s quite a
drive from Taupo, so we set out with plenty of time to spare. We stopped off in
a small place called Benneydale, which has the dubious distinction of having an
English name in the heart of the King Country, where the place names are almost
uniformly Maori. There is a reason for this, naturally, and it’s all explained
here. We had coffee in an establishment run by a Frenchman of Senegalese
extraction, and his Dutch wife. It was odd.
We arrived with plenty of time to spare so, having booked in
and signed the statutory waiver that anything that happened to us would be our
own stupid fault for indulging in such dangerous pastimes, we were at a bit of
a loose end. The girl at the counter suggested we take a walk around the
Ruakuri scenic reserve, which is an area of limestone caves and is in fact what
sits above the cave that we would be exploring later. Along the way we found a
difficult-to-photograph fantail:
After our walk we returned to the blackwater rafting site,
where we were fitted out with wetsuits and white gumboots, and then driven to
our jumping-off point. We grabbed an inner tube appropriate to our height and
girth, and were then drilled in the correct way to enter the water: backwards
and arse first, whilst holding one’s flotation device firmly over said arse.
Any other method was likely to result in the loss of the inner tube, and as
it’s pitch black in the cave, it may be swept away downstream not to be seen
again until you reach the end.
Splashdown! |
Faceful of water |
We then entered the cave. First up we posed for photos with
the cave wetas, and then began our journey through the cave system. Some of
this was on foot, and some of it in our tubes, having launched ourselves over a
waterfall. At one point we needed to form a train by putting our feet up on the
ring in front, and being gripped under the armpits, whilst gripping the feet of
the person behind us in similar fashion. We switched our head lights off to
fully appreciate the glow of the glow worms, and our guides gave us the usual
spiel about their life cycle. For the final part of the tour we were told to
keep our lights off and find our way out to the daylight by ourselves…something
we all managed without too much difficulty. The water level in the cave was
quite low, due to the drought which has affected the country over the last month
or so – our guide pointed out the level at which the water normally flows.
After climbing out we took the short trip back to the centre
for a shower and a warming cup of soup, before heading back to Taupo for dinner
at The Brantry. That pretty well ended our Taupo adventure – the next day we
drove back to Wellington and what appears to be officially the End Of Summer.