This may be one of the most unassuming inclusions. Plus, it's literally called "Frying Pan Lake," so there's that. The eruption that created the crater-known as the Mount Tarawera eruption-killed over 100 people in 1886, so it has a pretty grim history as far as humans are concerned. you probably still wouldn't want to dive in: The Lake emits hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide. The lake itself is ordinarily just 18 feet (5.5 meters) deep but can go down as far as 60 feet (18 meters) at vents.Įven if it weren't so hot. The lake itself covers more than 400,000 square feet (38,000 square meters). However, Frying Pan Lake is the largest, and is located in a portion of a volcanic crater known as Echo Crater. So hot in fact, it remains heated to temperatures around 113 to 131 degrees Fahrenheit (45 to 55 degrees C), so it's not exactly the most welcoming hot springs in the world. Frying Pan Lake in Waimangu Volcanic Valley Source: Pseudopanax/Wikimedia The statues were eerie and unsettling, but it didn’t repel me from taking in the rest of the sights the lake had to offer.I mean, with a name like that, who in their right mind would think, "man, this seems like a good place to go for a relaxing swim?" Located in New Zealand ’s Waimangu Volcanic Rift Valley, as you might have guessed, this lake gets pretty hot. I pointed them out to my guide who told me it's hard to say for sure how the animals ended up in the water, but that the stoney mummification is caused by the sodium carbonate minerals of the volcanic lake. The shoreline was punctuated with strange sculptures that upon further inspection revealed themselves to be calcified corpses of small animals - I noticed mainly birds and a couple of figures that seemed to be bat-like. It was less lush than other sites I’ve visited whilst in Tanzania, but one of the most startling. The first thing I noticed was that the landscape is inherently dry, any notes of green were subdued, overpowered by the dark ochres and greys of the rocks and sand. The volcano loomed overhead, more imposing than ever now that I stood at its base. I was thankful for this - the thick air slowly cooled around me, the sand under my shoe still noticeably hot through the sole, but not unbearable.
By the time I got to Lake Natron, the sun had begun its descent in the sky.
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