A Waitangi Hangover

The promise of a proper download next week

I went to Waitangi for the first time and I want to tell you all about it.

Waking to the sound of karakia chanted on the beach.

The overwhelm of choice clothes and kai.

The seeds planted by conversation.

The taste of watermelon shared by kids also hiding from the sun.

The satisfied ache of thousands of steps marched around the grounds.

My partner singing “Pro…