For Maori the tragedy was inevitable. Now they were beginning to believe it was only a matter of time before they would amass enough data and new technology to make seismology an exact science. Over the next three years it gradually refilled so by the end of 1949 it was approximately the same level as before the eruptions. Set between 1953 and the present day the novel is based on events surrounding the tangiwai disaster and the conflict that still exists. As a column of steamy vapour hits him in the face, he reels back, choking.
Catching her reflection, she is pleased with her new layered haircut, glad she had several inches cut off her long locks before leaving. I remember a couple of them who camped in the snow near the crater, really copped it during the July eruption. He hands the samples up to the younger scientist crouched at the top of a heavily eroded ridge. She has forgotten how incongruous the hotel looks, stuck here on the lower slopes of the mountain in the middle of nowhere. They tend to be a little gung ho, mad buggers some of them, and I always worried about their safety.
As she pulls into the car park, she notices the telltale signs of the task that has brought her here a second time. Frances's past relationship was pointless and it would have been far better to concentrate on developing other inter-personal relationships. Since the Asian tsunami, Theo and his colleagues have felt the pressure on them to be prophets and seers. They were showered with hot rocks and badly burnt and one of them was knocked out. It bobs towards her, instantly recognisable with its scratches and a small tear on the front, scars of previous journeys. Tangiwai means weeping waters and was known as the place of torrential flows and death. Gets pretty icy up there.
Thick woollen carpets lead her to the large lounge where guests with pre-dinner drinks are already settling into rows of plump sofas in front of an open fire. On Christmas Eve 1953, shortly after 10pm a lahar torrent of water gushed out of the crater of Mount Ruapehu and swept down the valley, fatally weakening a railway bridge, minutes before a packed overnight express train nose-dived into a river at Tangiwai, in the centre of the North Island. Se hai ricevuto un prodotto difettoso o danneggiato consulta la nostra pagina d'aiuto sulla. Frances passes easily through customs and passport checks, glad her work visa is in order. On Christmas Eve 1953, shortly after 10pm a lahar torrent of water gushed out of the crater of Mount Ruapehu and swept down the valley, fatally weakening a railway bridge, minutes before a packed overnight express train nose-dived into a river at Tangiwai, in the centre of the North Island. There didn't seem to be any reason for the romances or the jealousies that occurred. The flashback accounts of survivors made it feel very real and completely devastating and horrific for those who survived and the rescuers who helped out.
But there are still a few on an exposed part of the crater. She had helped to put them to the test herself, first successfully in the States and later in other, wilder places. It formed a cold lahar, a turbulent volcanic mudflow. In Weeping Waters, the memories of Tangiwai drive those who live there fifty years on to look for ways to tame Ruapehu, where another deadly lahar is building. Five minutes later, the train arrived at the bridge and plunged into the torrent, killing more than half the passengers. As she hauls it off onto its wheels, she feels it pull hard on her tired body. Small plumes of steam drift over the summit in the late afternoon sun.
It did not fit the story, the writing was awkward, and it was unnecessary. A modern love story is wound around authentic tales from Tangiwai, sometimes making it hard to know what is truth and what is fiction. I would have liked to know why Frances took out American citizenship - I assume to make it easier for work, but a simple line could have explained this. There is none of the tension she felt in American airports on her way over; no guards with machine guns, none of the endless frisking and questioning that has become part of travelling post-September 11. It had clearly been formed by magma squeezing its way out of the vent in the crater and piling up in mounds. The traffic thins and the road narrows as it winds through small railway towns. With a hidden agenda of her own she finds herself torn between two men, each on opposing sides of the argument.
I think that if the author had chosen to write a much longer book exploring the characters, their interactions, the Maori myths, the political issues vs the science vs First Nations rights this would have been a much better book. Then, suddenly, like a grand opera set revealed by a rising curtain, before her lies the volcanic plateau. The flashback accounts of survivors made it feel very real and completely devastating and horrific for those who survived and the rescuers who helped out. This book had good points and bad points, thus the 3 star review. . There didn't seem to be any reason for the romances that occurred between the characters, or the jealousies that occurred. The romances and conflicts are to be expected,getting quite emotional at times.
It was an awesome and terrifying sight! On that Christmas Eve, we detected nothing on our monitoring equipment to worry about. The modern day part of the tale is a bit more contrived and feels like the ending was rushed a bit b I found this book really emotional in parts and very informative. From then onwards there were regular powerful ash eruptions with the ash spreading out for hundreds of miles around. Set between 1953 and the present day the novel is based on events surrounding the tangiwai disaster and the conflict that still exists. Many of the 285 passengers, mostly families and young people, were asleep and 151 perished in one of the world's worst train disasters.