Chapter 849 Waiting for the Shoe to Drop
There are flocks of various water birds on the lake. Apart from a few honest and simple ones fishing diligently, many water birds are waiting for tourists to feed them.
There are a lot of tourists here, including several Chinese tour groups.
There was a group of elderly ladies in a group lined up in a row, each holding a bright silk scarf and waving it for photos. You could tell at a glance that they were our compatriots.
"Look everyone, that island in the center of the lake is Mokuia Island."
Mara pointed to the distance and said, “This circular volcanic rock formed by magma has a great love story.
According to the legend, the beautiful girl Heinemoa fell in love with Tutankhamun, a man of humble origin, but their relationship was hindered by the difference in their social status.
But Hinemoa bravely tied the gourd to his body and swam across the icy lake to the island to reunite with his lover.
"Isn't it just a story about a poor boy secretly meeting a rich girl? Where's the greatness in it?" Huang Tianyi muttered softly.
I quickly nudged her with my elbow and whispered, "Don't tell people the truth. If others think it's great, then it's great. Maybe that's the inspiration for their life jackets?"
"You're no worse at making up stories than I am."
We walked forward, laughing and joking all the way.
At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly came over and said, "Are you Director Ling? I'm your fan!"
He excitedly pulled out his phone to take a picture, "Are these the actors from your new play?"
Before Ling Xiuzhi could answer, several more tourists gathered around.
"What kind of subject is this filming?"
"There's so little equipment, is this a documentary?"
Zhao Hu immediately stood in front of me and said with a stern face, "Sorry, we are just ordinary tourists, please don't disturb everyone's fun."
Ling Xiuzhi laughed awkwardly, "It's a private trip, a private trip, please don't watch, thank you."
After finally getting rid of the enthusiastic fans, we boarded the cruise ship.
The lake is sparkling, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are reflected in the water, as beautiful as an oil painting.
Huang Tianyi leaned on the railing, supporting her cheek with one hand and sighing: "That bastard Ayi is so unlucky that he can't see such a beautiful view."
Ling Xiuzhi jokingly said, "It's enough for him to just look at you, why would he want to look at the scenery?"
"That makes sense," Huang Tianyi agreed deeply. "That guy with the camera, please help me take a few pictures. Whatever looks good, please take them."
She winked at Shen Long, who was flattered and put the camera aside and ran over.
Professionals are different. When we take photos, we just need to put people in them, and the effect depends entirely on post-production editing.
The photos he took were different, each one looked like a photo album, and they were quickly welcomed by a few of us. Under the siege of our snacks and nice words, the photographer quickly lost himself.
It was not until Su Rina took out some beef jerky and handed it over that Ling Xiuzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore. He asked the photographer to go back to work and took the initiative to take pictures of us.
"Look over there!" Pang Xiaomin suddenly pointed to the shore. "Someone is cooking corn in the hot springs!"
Sure enough, several locals were carrying corn in wire mesh bags and placing them at the mouth of the steaming hot spring.
Mara explained with a smile: "This is the traditional cooking method of the Maori people. We will be able to experience it later."
We arrived at the Maori Cultural Village in the afternoon, and Xiaoyan walked with me hand in hand from time to time.
Zhao Hu whispered to Mara, "Can you take us to the mud pool with the lowest temperature?"
Mara looked confused: "Foreign tourists like to see the hottest temperature, and some even want to bring eggs to be boiled!"
She pointed to the pool in the distance where white smoke was billowing out. "The temperature over there can reach 96 degrees."
Photographer Shen Long interrupted: "The show will look better when the temperature is higher."
"Safety first." Ling Xiuzhi suddenly said seriously, "I'm afraid of the heat..."
Everyone: “…”
As you enter the cultural village, you will be greeted by an exquisitely carved Maori meeting house.
Suddenly, a dozen shirtless Maori warriors jumped out, their eyes wide open, tongues sticking out, and letting out terrifying war roars.
"Ah!" Pang Xiaomin jumped behind Song Ci in shock. Song Ci, who had been on edge, instinctively took a defensive stance. Mara quickly stopped him: "This is a traditional Maori welcome ceremony!"
Continue walking forward to reach the geothermal area.
The mud pool was like a pot of boiling chocolate, bubbling and gurgling.
The geyser erupts spectacular columns of water every few minutes, causing tourists to exclaim in amazement.
Mara led us to a cooler cooking area where several Maori women were preparing traditional meals in geothermal steamers.
Surina asked curiously, "How long does it take to steam this?"
"About three hours," Mara said, lifting a wicker lid. "Look, these are sweet potatoes steamed in hot spring steam. They're incredibly sweet."
Just as we were tasting the sweet potatoes, Zhao Hu's expression suddenly became stern. Following his gaze, I saw an Asian man wearing a baseball cap holding a camera not far away, and the lens seemed to be facing us.
"I'll go take a look." Song Ci pretended to take a selfie and quietly approached the man.
A moment later he returned to report: "Japanese tourists, taking pictures of the geyser."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Today they were really on edge, and the feeling of waiting for the boots to drop was really uncomfortable.
After lunch, we came to the hot spring bath. The steaming hot air all around us was like a fairyland.
While soaking in the hot spring, the waiter brought me eggs boiled in the hot spring. They were a little raw, but I was a little hungry after walking around, so I still enjoyed the meal.
It looked like another peaceful day.
Huang Tianyi sighed comfortably: "If only I could enjoy myself like this every day, this is the meaning of life."
"Don't let your guard down." Xiao Yan whispered in my ear, "I always feel like today is going too smoothly."
The nerves that had just relaxed were aroused again by her.
However, we still finished the hot spring without any trouble.
Sure enough, just as we were about to leave, a staff member came running over: "Who is Miss Xia? The front desk has your phone number."
Xiaoyan and I looked at each other - this trap was too obvious.
I pretended not to hear and continued to pack my backpack.
The staff member walked straight up to me and asked, "Excuse me, are you Miss Xia?"
Xiao Yan immediately stood in front of me and asked cautiously, "How do you know her last name is Xia?"
"The gentleman on the phone said," the clerk explained, "he's looking for a young lady wearing a flower hairpin." He looked around. "This is the only lady here who fits that description."
My heart tightened. I was wearing this hairpin for the first time today. How could he know? Unless... he was watching us nearby!
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