Chapter Twelve: 31 October, 2004
On Sunday morning it was POURING out. We went to the information centre, checked out the coffee fair they were having (I had a mochaccino and got a pursefull of tea samples), and went to check out a free maori meeting house. After that we went to the museum where they had a newer looking maori meeting house inside. On Monday Patrick made french toast, we packed house and drove to Rotorua (the stinky place) and went to the maori arts and crafts museum place. We watched and participated in a ceremonial dance. You have to take off your shoes when you go into the meeting houses. The skirts that the Maori are wearing take at least two weeks to make and are not fun to wear. They aren't truly traditional because they didn't actually start making them until after the Pakeha moved onto the island (the Pakeha being non maori) and they are only used in performances. The actual day to day clothing of the maori people looks a hell of a lot like the day to day clot
The pictures speak for themselves really, there wasn't a lot of explanations, there were no plaques to read, not a lot of information given . . .
So . . .
*note from Pat* These pictures are a mix of ones taken at a meeting house in Taupo, the Taupo Museum and The Maori Arts and Crafts Center in Rotorua! I think April was a bit sick and tired of writing about the Taupo weekend at this point.
still missing you millions
April mom