The landscape of Orakei Korako, New Zealand is one of bubbling mud pools, streams of metallic coloured liquid bleeding over rocks, clouds of steam and eggy sulphurous odors. Hot water spurts intermittently from the ground, the earth angrily communicating with you, demanding your attention. It feels as if it’s a place from the beginning of time, and not much imagination is needed to picture a dinosaur striding down the tree-fern covered hillside.








