While Tom and I were down in Taupo, his friend suggested we go to these waterfall hot pools, called Otumuheke, which were about fifteen minutes from the house we were all staying at. So they packed up their three little girls and who followed them to the waterfalls on Saturday evening. It was a really cool spot, the Otumuheke Stream pooled and waterfalled down into the wider Waikato River and the water was hot and steamy and really nice to soak in.
The Waikato River is fairly large a further out, away from the little hot pools, the current was running pretty fast and strong. The four adults, the baby in her mama’s arms, and the two little girls, were all just sitting about soaking quietly. I looked out into the river and there was this little kid, maybe about eight or so, wading out into the current of the Waikato, with the water moving almost up to his waist. There didn’t seem to be any adults around who were keeping an eye on him.
“That kid is making me really nervous,” I said to my friend. “I know,” she replied, “I’ve been watching him too! The mom in me has to say something.” We both watched the little boy and when he was facing us, my friend called out, “Hey, come back this way please!” The boy looked surprised for a minute but then he waded over to where we were and climbed up onto a boulder next to us. “Sorry,” my friend said to him, “But those currents out there are really strong out there and it makes it super dangerous.” “I know,” the kid answered. “Have you been here before?” my friend asked him and the little boy nodded. “It’s a pretty cool place, eh?” she said. The little boy nodded again and then he looked at the tiny little girl in my friend’s arms and said, “You have a cute baby.” “Thank you,” my friend said and the little kid smiled and scampered away over the boulders back into the hot pools.
I stared at the little kid’s back and then looked at my friend and said, “Well, that’s a relief.” “I know! I just had to say something. At least he’s back now.” “No,” I said, “I meant that he’s not a little asshole. We pretty much just saved that kids life so it’s good to know he’s polite and not an asshole.” “Oh, yeah” my friend said, “I totally agree.” And then we solemnly high-fived in a very heroic manner.
Not long after that, as we were walking the path back up to the cars, that little boy was trailing behind us with his family. And he was getting upset for some reason, I think it had something to do with his shoes, but rather than talk he just shrieked at his parents in this super-high decibel that I thought only dogs could hear.
“Are you still glad you saved him?” Tom murmured out of the side of his mouth and I laughed and laughed.
Here’s me at the hot pools……
Tom and I heading for a romantic lakeside walk after dinner on Friday night. Just kidding, we don’t do romantic, we do gangsta. I’m sure you can tell from the photo.
This is Huka Falls, just outside of Taupo. Isn’t it absolutely gorgeous? I didn’t use a filter on this photo, the turquoise of that water is natural and it’s absolutely beautiful. I’ve got such a thing for waterfalls, the roar of the water just sounds like pure power to me…..I love it.
In 1989 a teenage dominatrix accidentally killed a New Zealand cricket umpire in the dungeon of the bondage place she worked at and panicked and threw his body over the waterfalls here. She got caught. I found it to be an interesting tidbit of info so I figured I’d share it with y’all.
Tom told me this story as we were standing at the falls. As I said before, we don’t do romantic.
The drive home was much longer than it should have been, an extra hour and a half or so, due to traffic. But it was okay because Tom had a Kelis song on the Spotify playlist he was playing in the car and I told him the only way I would not super-annoyingly make fun of him FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE was if he sang along to “My Milkshake Brings All The Boys To The Yard”. He did. And he knew all the words and he danced, at least the best that someone can dance while they’re driving, meaning he wiggled his shoulders and bobbed his head a whole bunch.
I laughed and laughed for the entire three minutes of that song watching him trying to look all serious while he sang “lala-lalala, the boys are waiting.” I was almost crying.
Sometimes Tom just delights me so damn much.
I’m so glad he’s home.