Once I visited North Island, the northern part of New Zealand. I had been invited to spend a holiday with some friends who had taken a house for the summer on the outskirts of Maori village of Ohinometu near the town of Rotorua. The Maoris, as I expect you know, are the natives of New Zealand. Rotorua lies in the centre of a district known as the Hot Spring district, where the water is not only hot but also boiling. You see it bubbling away in pools. My friends live in a wooden house as do the Maoris themselves. They build wooden houses because earthquakes are frequent and a wooden house does not cause much damage when falling as a brick house would do. On Sunday we went to the Church, just a kilometre away from the local post-office.