I only spent a total of 7 days in Australia and New Zealand, but it left a lasting impression. I had one of my best hospitality experiences ever (link to my other blog), fell in love with Auckland and did the haka on stage in a packed discotheque.
My dream hikes are here – I would love to spend some months on the different trails of New Zealand.
Somewhere in 2012, I was speaking at a conference in Auckland. As I was one of the first speakers in the morning, I was in the conference room early to check sound and visuals and to meet the conference team. I met the host for the day who turned out to be the managing director of Maori Television. I told her that one of the things on my bucket list was doing the haka. But I did not make too much out of it – I was just preparing for my presentation, slightly jetlagged because of a 26 hour trip from Amsterdam, via London, Singapore and Sydney to Auckland the day before and the time difference.
The host opened the conference, welcomed everyone and explained the purpose of the day. At the end of her opening words while introducing me, she addressed several of her Maori TV colleagues in the room and asked if they could help me out later that day to learn the haka. They graciously accepted the challenge.
Because a challenge it was.
After the event, at the after party of the conference, the guys took me to one of the corners of the large bar where the after party was organized and gave me a crash course haka. They must have had countless moments where they thought teaching this strange Dutchie something as sacred as their haka tradition a complete waste of time, an impossible challenge and/or a true disrespect to their tradition.
But slowly but steadily, I got the basics right. Well … right enough to not make a fool out of them and the haka tradition. And after about 45 minutes of patience and persistence by the team, I was ready.
Lights were dimmed, attendees were gathered around in a large half circle. This was the moment for my haka in New Zealand.
And Awa, who had first seemed the more reserved of the group, turned into a charismatic leader of the pack.
And there it started.
It was magical. With Awa leading the chant, I felt powerful, part of a group of fearless warriors.
It must have been a mere 30 seconds, but it gave me a glimpse of centuries and centuries of an amazingly rich, powerful, proud culture. A time machine into centuries of rich culture.
Watching a haka by the New Zealand rugby team is already impressive, imagine being part of it. A memory I will never forget.
The respect for culture, nature I experienced in Australia and New Zealand and tend to sense when meeting other people from Oceanian countries is intense and beautiful. Strangely (maybe?), it is close to the vibe I experienced with the Bedouin in Jordan and the Viking-esque guards at the Laugavegur trail in Iceland. The “there is no bad weather, only bad clothing” attitude to nature. It is why I love Oceania.I have so many memories here, but these are some of my favorites.
Doing the Haka in a full bar.
Ok, that escalated quickly.
One of my best flight experiences ever.
A tribute to Drew.
Short, but memorable visit.
The harbour … ow, wow … the harbour.Feel free to browse through all the posts or use the button to see the category view.