My girlfriend and I experienced maori culture yesterday. We went for a ride through Clevedon, then around the coast past Beachlands. Don't know the name of the bay, but it's the first one you hit on the coast. Theres a marae there and there's a gathering I assume for Whytonguee day.
What a bunch of neandathols. Here's what we observed:
Black Power by the dozen. A stock of booze that would turn Dover maori. White mans dirt bikes and quad bikes ripping around a paddock (Stolen - probably) About 30 of them dressed in gang and street gear standing at the gate acting all staunch and proud (proud of what, I don't know). One monkey gave us the finger, the others did that nigger thing with their hand to signify that they are the NZ Chapter of some American gang. Enough babies around to make Angelina Jolie think she had died and gone to heaven. No sign of traditional maori costume or any elders.
My girlfriend who has only lived in NZ for 3 years just shakes her head and laughs. It's embarrasing.
Edit: I have just been informed by a very reliable source that they were Tribesman, not Bleck Power.
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