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Aotearoa: The Maori New Zealand

If you left from Los Angeles, it would take you about twelve hours and forty-five minutes to fly to New Zealand...not a place you'd choose for a short vacation. Which is why we sent The Savvy Traveler's Judie Fein there a few weeks ago (see Why New Zealand? April 24, 1999)...to find out if it was worth the trip. You may remember that among the beautiful scenery, a host of activities and the friendly people she met, we did, indeed, reach the conclusion that New Zealand is a place worth visiting. The magazine, Conde Naste Traveler, seems to be backing us up on that...they feature New Zealand in their newest Hot List Global Guide for 1999...highlighting the host of outdoor adventure activities. But while Judie Fein was there she explored another part of New Zealand that has nothing to do with getting an adrenaline rush. She befriended an indigenous Maori family who took her on a special insider's tour for a window into their culture...their New Zealand. Judie takes us along for the ride.

Aotearoa: The Maori New Zealand
by Judith Fein

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Thousands of years ago, long before Columbus and Cortez, tribal people were expertly navigating the great oceans of the world in double-hulled canoes. They were deeply spiritual people whose voyages were undertaken on the wings of karakia, or prayers, and their maps were the stars and celestial bodies. Today they are called the Maori, and they live in New Zealand. Although they are integrated into the rest of the country, they have a distinctive cultural heritage that is so rich and complex that its origins are not even completely clear to the Maori themselves.

Grace Edmonds: "Some say we come from South America...some say we come from Southeast Asia. Before the fall of Troy, before the Crusades, our ancestors were sailing the Pacific in great voyaging canoes."

Chang: "We came from China, and were expelled in the third dynasty...we moved through India...to the Pacific."

John: "My personal view is that it's a Mesopotamian influence."

Meeting House How can all of these different migration stories be true? Some say "Maori" may be a generic term like "American Indian," invented by the colonizers. Even though the Maori today speak one common native language, they may actually be diverse iwi or tribes that had different origins and migration routes in the distant past.

Although travelers to New Zealand can enjoy spectacular scenery and meet many welcoming Kiwis, it's the discovery of the Maori people that offered me the deepest and most unique experience in this tropical paradise. And many Maori are willing to welcome visitors, like Pami, who gives us a singing lesson in his native language.

The number one tourist attraction in New Zealand is a night at the Tamaki Maori Village, which has been specially constructed outside of Rotorua. Despite the whiff of Disneyland, it's a good generic introduction to the culture. The Maori were traditionally fierce warriors, and they meet us at the gate with menacing war chants and brandishing their long, sharp wooden spears called tiaha.

A branch of green fern is tossed at our feet by a warrior in a flax skirt with moko, or tattoos, covering his face. If we pick up the green branch, it signifies that we come as friends. If we decline it, we declare ourselves enemies. Looking into the warrior's angry orbs, we hastily grab the fern. Inside the Maori village, fully-costumed Maori re-enact the lives of their pre-colonial ancestors--planting kumara or sweet potato, playing stick games, making wood carvings and tending fires. In the ornately-carved wharanui or meeting house, an exuberant Maori cast performs songs, dextrous digital manipulations with white balls called poi, and the eye-popping, tongue- lolling, meant-to-terrify war chants called haka.

For something a little more intimate, the Kiel family in Rotorua invites visitors to eat with them and then sleep Maori style in their family wharenui. Mattresses line the floor and you pray your neighbor doesn't sleepwalk or snore too loudly. In their front yard, where flowers bloom and birds chirp, the Kiel women offer a powhiri, the traditional Maori welcome to their marae or gathering place. Women are not allowed to speak during the welcoming ceremonies, but the wail of their powhiri is the first sound to greet visitors.

Then the men take over, with formal, oratorical speeches that are made by the hosts and then the visitors.

House A day's drive from Rotorua takes you to the northern part of the North Island of New Zealand. There, on a secluded beach called Mitimiti, a man named Tipo Cash offers hostel-style accommodations and delicious home-cooked food right next door to his own abode. Then he takes you out for an adrenaline-charged ride in his eight-wheel vehicle.

Roaring over the hills and along the beach, he stops at scenic spots and shares stories of the Maori ancestors. The high point, or lowpoint--depending upon your taste for the macabre, is when Tipo pauses in front of a large flat rock. Here he tells the tale of two rival warrior chiefs. When one was defeated and killed, the triumphant tribe wanted to get a little of his mana, or power. They indulged in a tradition that gave Mitimiti its name.

Tipo Cash: "In the old Maori days, to get the power of the chief you ate his flesh, so you could get his mana. They put him on this rock...they cut him up....there was nothing left but the bones and blood...so they decided to lick the blood off the rock. Mitimiti means lick-lick, and that's how it got its name."

Rest assured that Tipo is a modern Maori with no penchant whatsoever for fresh human flesh. His taste runs more toward playing the guitar and singing for his foreign guests.

In seaside Mitimiti, fish have always been a food staple. As the Maori say, when the tide is out, the table is set. If you ask, Tipo will take you fishing the old Maori way, and it is a rare treat which catapults you back into the Maori past.

Carrying a long net, Tipo marches into the ocean, perfectly times the waves, casts his net, and in two minutes he wades back to shore with five huge, flapping mullet. Then we grill and eat them. How do they taste? Well...when our plates are empty, we dive in for another lick-lick, or mitimiti.

Throughout the northland, seafood is part of the hospitality, but sometimes it's difficult to accept. A beautiful, gray-haired Maori woman named Miri stands on the wooden porch in front of her rustic home. She plucks and eats fresh shellfish from a plastic bucket.

Miri: "I'm eating kinna, or sea urchin. See all the seaweed in there? Yummm. Look at it...all the veins and blood vessels...don't you feel hungry for it?"

I wonder what other delicacies she has in mind for dinner...like me, for instance?

Miri: "You're not palatable...you're too skinny and frail and white...too salty...not enough iron."

A few hours from Mitimiti, in Paihia, Grace Edmonds, her husband Tomati and their 22 Maori grandchildren welcome you to the Pine Lodge motel, replete with a traditional dinner and full Maori performance by the little ones. They greet us with a hongi--by looking in our eyes and touching noses with us.

Performance Near Pahia, down at the docks, a charming local man offers swimming with the dolphins, Maori style. He recounts tribal legends and blows a conch shell. Then he illustrates how the powerful warriors cut off the tops of heads or jabbed their long wooden spears called tiaha into the enemies' hearts. It makes me proud to be a pacifist.

Next stop, about three hours from Pahia, is the Auckland museum. Here you can enter an authentic wharenui or meeting house, and gawk at the staggering amount of ancestral information carved into the entryway, wooden posts and walls of the building. Whakapapa, or geneology, is essential to the Maori. Most of the people I met can proudly tell you which of the famed wakas, or canoes, their ancestors paddled to New Zealand close to a thousand years ago. Some of the Maori can trace their ancestry back thousands of years. Grace Edmonds tells us about one of her cunning predecessors.

At Waitangi, visitors learn about one of the most impressive treaties ever signed between European colonizers--or pakeha--and native people. The Maori were great strategic thinkers and they realized that the British were there to stay, and they had to co-exist with them. In l840, here on this grassy Waitangi plain which overlooks the ocean, over 500 Maori chiefs met with representatives of the British crown. As the director of the Waitangi Center explains it:

Director: "It was a magic moment. Two people came together from entirely different parts of the world. It was a vision for the way our peoples could develop together."

The Treaty of Waitangi, although it has often been broken by the pakeha, still governs all land, resource and reparation treaties that are ongoing today.

Ray Our final stop is one of the jewels in the Kiwi crown--newly-constructed, $380 million dollar Te Papa Museum in Wellington. Besides a stunning Maori collection, there is a soaringly beautiful but very controversial pastel-colored contemporary version of a wharenui, or meeting house. To me, it's like entering into Maori dreamtime.

Quote: "One of the central figures here is the goddess of darkness--the guardian of the spirit world we all go to. She's the center of the wharenui."

What's extraordinary about this marae--or gathering place-- is that it's smack in the middle of a museum but is still used for Maori ceremonies.

If you're fortunate, one of your new Maori acquaintances will give you a piece of sacred pounamu, or greenstone. If not, my advice is to buy one yourself and wear it around your neck for luck, and to increase your personal mana, or power. It will be a also be a cherished souvenir from a faraway place where gentle, friendly, indigenous people are still connected to the glimmering stars, the briny sea, and the deep and abiding mysteries of the universe.

This is Judie Fein, wishing you strong mana, for The Savvy Traveler.


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