My French friends, Jacques and Marie and their two young children, who participated in the cricket match mentioned in Part 1, eventually left Aotearoa bound for New Caledonia where they stayed for some months before heading to Fiji. They invited me to join them to sail with them to Vanuatu, so I flew to Nadi and boarded their 40-foot yacht.
I guess sailing became part of my future genetic makeup back in 1865 when my great-great grandfather William Foote abandoned his timber milling business in Newfoundland Canada because adverse weather over several years had affected tree growth.
In Part 1 of this story, I suggested that people and political parties sit down and share kai together, speak and listen to each other and reach compromises through sharing ideas and understanding – and not use historical agreements to sow discord and division, as the Act Party’s Treaty Referendum Bill is doing.
I attended a private high school in Auckland at which the students were all white except for one Māori boy called Ben, so obviously there was no whānau room and no te reo Māori taught. Most of us had little experience of Māori culture.
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
My French friends, Jacques and Marie and their two young children, who participated in the cricket match mentioned in Part 1, eventually left Aotearoa bound for New Caledonia where they stayed for some months before heading to Fiji. They invited me to join them to sail with them to Vanuatu, so I flew to Nadi and boarded their 40-foot yacht.
I guess sailing became part of my future genetic makeup back in 1865 when my great-great grandfather William Foote abandoned his timber milling business in Newfoundland Canada because adverse weather over several years had affected tree growth.
In Part 1 of this story, I suggested that people and political parties sit down and share kai together, speak and listen to each other and reach compromises through sharing ideas and understanding – and not use historical agreements to sow discord and division, as the Act Party’s Treaty Referendum Bill is doing.
I attended a private high school in Auckland at which the students were all white except for one Māori boy called Ben, so obviously there was no whānau room and no te reo Māori taught. Most of us had little experience of Māori culture.
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
