The photo he posted of me is not a first symptom of me getting retarded from all the sulfuric acid we were sniffing in the Thermal Valley of Rotoura, it just depictures the utterly menacing and intimidating mimics associated with the traditional "Haka", the war dance of the Maori. The Maori are the native inhabitants of Polynesia, of whom a big (in every sense) minority lives in NZL nowadays.
Tewhakarewarewatangaoteopetauaawaiaho (speak: Faka) is a Maori village open for tourists (if they are willing to pay), where the native people of the pacific islands still keep up a more or less traditional way of life. So we got to eat the traditional Hangi (earth oven) meal and to watch an aforementioned Haka performance. One week later, on the Cook islands, we should discover that the real favourite food of the Maori is fish and chips, and that a Maori, who comes up to your table in a bar heavily drunk and starts molesting the girls, will, challenged traditional (Haka) style, response by giving you the finger.
I can so totally understand that
The Haka. Doesn't look like it on the pic, but really gives you the creeps.
Haka a la Stef(ph)an - Retch!
Even in their own four walls Maori seem to keep living traditionally...
Haka, Hangi and Hongi at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephan_mittas/sets/72157614979257394/
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