I love this country. Some days it takes my breath away.
I was asked to help out a group of Maori in trouble.
They wanted to korero (speak) together and had invited me to their hui (gathering) to help.
I was manuhiri (a visitor) and when I arrived at the hui I was met by the tangata whenua (home people) and the kaumatua (elders of the tribe) and we proceeded to hongi (sharing of breath and pressing of noses)
We started with a mihi or whaikorero (welcome) followed by a karakia (prayer).
Then they turned it over to the skinny pakeha boy (not).
And guess what - our stuff works with their stuff.