Wed 11 Nov 2009
The first time I came to New Zealand, 20 odd years ago, I landed in Auckland and at the airport was greeted by a Maori welcome. The people who had arranged the honour didn't tell me it was going to happen. They shoved me through a door with the warning 'Whatever happens next, don't move'. What happened was a Maori bloke about the size of a large wardrobe advancing towards me in warrior mode, as part of an ancient ritual, ending in a welcome of friendship.
More...