where the heart is
The land of the long white cloud is calling me and soon I will be back in beautiful Auckland to see my friends, meet my sister and fall in love with the dancing, smiling waters of Waitemata all over again. I’ll take my sister up the Sky Tower and maybe this time I will be able to walk on the bits on the floor that are made of glass and which give a new meaning to the phrase “I’m not too good with heights” and we’ll go to the top of Mt Eden and to American Nick’s very cool bar and all the other places I miss.
But that’s not all folks because a childhood dream of mine is coming true - I’ll be going to Tonga, aka the Friendly Islands, aka the Land of Polynesian Hunks. Ever since I read the story of Captain Cook as a wee blade, I have been fascinated by those islands and now I am going to go, laze on a hammock over hot white sand, listen to the static on a transistor radio, gaze at the crystalline aquamarine sea and sip coconut and rum and dream of shaking my hula for my Polynesian war lord. Sigh.
Meanwhile here is a small vidjoe of the people of Aotearoa and the people of Tonga having a bit of a face off. My money’s on the boys in red:
http://www.bebo.com/FlashBox.jsp?FlashViewType=Personal&FlashBoxId=1905065991