Next day saw the beginning of the serious sight-seeing, firstly at another Maori village, one of two attractions sharing, somewhat uneasily, we found out, the same resource, namely geysers, steam vents, mud pools and similar artifacts. The village was in full occupation by an extended family of Maori, who provided the guides and the entertainment, styled somewhat inevitably as the 'Maori cultural experience'. It was actually better than it first sounded, as were the attractions, which were a touch nondescript at the beginning, but rapidly improved, to include such delights as communal baths and steam-heated cooking holes. The former apparently are in steady demand for Kiwi sportsmen of various types, for the better treatment of muscular injuries, and quite possibly for pysching them up to inflict yet another defeat on the hapless English. Or Scots.