Hey team!
So I'm still behind, but let's pick up where we left off.
Raglan's evening was the first night of terrible weather we've had. Cyclone Wilma made an appearance and it pissed rain all night and into the morning. We were lucky enough to get away and stay on course and on schedule, though busses stranded in Hahei were not so lucky.
The morning was cloudy and jeansworthy, for which my sunburns were glad.
The day's mission was to head to Uncle Boy's for a Maori cultural show, and it was a worthwhile endeavour. The Haka for the lads and Poi for the lasses meant performance time for all, fueled by a "traditional" meal (the hangi is usually steamed in a hole in the ground, but politcal correctness forbids such a thing) and plenty of booze.
The Haka was really fun and the evening afterwards was spent getting some quality time with Hugh from Ireland, and Sarah, Dane and Claire from the UK over the most booze I've consumed on the trip.
We had tunes, noms, and good convos on our way to far too late a bedtime for far too early a wake-up.
We stayed up late with an unsuccessful attempt at a beach fire and a noticable appearance by my limp that was unhospitably acquired while surfing the day before.
The lot of us stayed in one giant room and surprisingly enough, we all seemed to sleep reasonably well.
Uncle Boy's was a good time and lots of cultural pics to follow, though I still get the impression that teaching the Haka to outsiders is frowned upon in deep Maori country.
In any case, I made good friends that night and slept like a baby because of it.
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