Kaiteriteri on the northern tip of New Zealand's South Island is the gateway town to Abel Tasman National Park, and there is a famous attraction near the town, the "Split Apple Rock".
This big apple sits in the sea not far from the beach, perched lonely on some broken rocks. At low tide, people can swim over to climb the apple and take a bite, or at least touch it, and then take a closer look at the internal structure of the apple.
Although it is a popular attraction, there are not many people. The black and yellow beach has a few sparse adults, children or couples basking in the sun, and a few people are snorkeling and swimming in the sea.
The water is as clear as promises, the waves lap the coast, and the white clouds in the distance change shape and float in the sky, which is a peaceful and quiet scene.
And we can only sit on the rocks in the shade of the trees and sigh - the water is too cold
If you look at the Big Apple from different angles, you can see the pattern. For example, LD looks like a potato, mine is more upscale, like a mango, haha...
LD said that it would be nice to be able to put the two halves together.
I said: man wins... Don't take your own strength.
Isn't it? What exists in nature is reasonable, and if you insist on changing nature's magic, then bear the consequences!
But this big apple (potatoes, mangoes, avocados, peaches...) Whatever) How did it split? Well, the answer depends on who gave it.
Scientists believe the rock split during the Ice Age more than 120 million years ago through a natural phenomenon known as an ice wedge. After the water enters the rock, it freezes as the temperature drops, and the cracks in the rock expand and split.
Ok, that makes sense.
But why is it so evenly and perfectly cracked?
According to Maori legend, this is the result of a fight between the gods. Once upon a time, two immortals both wanted the big apple, and in order to resolve the dispute, they split the rock and took half of each - a reasonable solution, isn't it? Peace, fairness, harmony, compromise ..., in the end, it is a god, and the level of problem solving is much higher than that of people!
The Maori name for this rock, Toka Ngawhā, means "bursting rock".
Belch...... Storytelling is my forte, and I can't help but join in the fun.
New Zealand is truly the chosen place, with abundant rainfall, lush vegetation and diverse landscapes. God gave his home to the Maori people, and when he wanted to help the horse and send another ride, he threw down the big apple he had before he had time to eat it as a snack. The big apple fell in half and became what it is now.
Since then, the land has become a place rich in apples and other fruits (pears, grapes).
Agood classmate and friend who is far away in the United States has added another version of the story:
Maybe it's Newton's apple. God was glad that Newton had discovered one of his secrets, and He opened Newton's apple and made it immortalized on earth for the world to see.
In the end, I grew up reading Hegel, and the level was much higher than mine
It's true to say that this is the land of apples.
Along the way, we saw that the town was full of neat orchards, and the branches were hung with red apples and yellow pears. These days on the road, we've seen pastures, we've seen vineyards, we've seen vegetable fields and cornfields, and where there are apple trees, we're really the only one.
Many orchards are covered with a white protective net. I asked the people in the orchard about sun protection because the intense midday sun can sunburn the fruit. That's it when you look down from the top of the mountain.
The apples above were bought by the side of the road in small town, the Royal Gala, and they were crispy and sweet. I didn't like apples, but after tasting them, I ate one every day without LD urging. Passing by here on the way back, I bought another large bag and ate it until we left New Zealand.
Well, my story makes sense, right?