The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 11 (June 1, 1930)
“On Rotorua,” remarked a recent visitor, Lord Craigavon, Prime Minister of Ulster, “I could dilate for hours. It is one of the most marvellous holiday resorts I have ever seen and in the course of my various travels I have seen a great many in all parts of the world.”
It is hard to say who are the more to be envied—those who have already succumbed to the irresistible lure and thereby laid up a store of wonderful memories, or you, perhaps for whom that fascinating trip is yet to come. For of Rotorua one can say with perfect truth that it fully lives up to expectations.
And note here that, thanks to an enterprising railway management, Rotorua is no longer confined exclusively to the well-to-do. Low excursion fares, and comfortable accommodation at £2 10s. and less per week, bring Rotorua within reach of the most slender purse.
Soon after the train passes Mamaku, you get your first glimpse of Lake Rotorua some few miles distant at a drop of 1,000 feet, a circle of lazy blue water in the middle of which a bush-clad island dreamily reposes. And here and there also you will soon see clouds of white steam curling up menacingly. There, in brief, is your Rotorua, a strange mingling of utter peace and contentment, with riotous outbursts of pent-up fury. You could almost imagine that here the whole of Nature's forces of good and evil are engaged in a titanic struggle for supremacy. Fortunately the good still much more than hold their own.