Launch day. Made with support from NZ On Air. Video / A Tawera / E-Tangata
The Herald, E-Tangata and Tawera Productions have joined forces to bring you Waka, a six-part online video series that traces the cultural revival of traditional canoe-building skills through four teams from across the Pacific. Today Simone Kaho describes the complete waka experience, from carving to launch day.
Click on the video above to watch episode 6
Just after midday, on a cold Saturday in October, I'm parked around the corner from the Hihiaua cultural centre in Whangārei.
I'm doing box breathing, the technique Navy Seals use to manage their nerves during battle.
It's the second week of the Rātā symposium where teams of carvers from Aotearoa, Hawai'i and Tahiti have come to carve traditional waka. I'm about to meet them, and I'm nervous about how I'll be received.
Carving is a traditionally male preserve and I know I'm walking into a male-dominated space.
I'm intensely aware, too, of how little I know about waka and its history. Just last year, I'd thought my Polynesian ancestors had paddled through the Pacific. I had no idea they'd sailed on double-hulled voyaging waka. Or that they'd developed a highly sophisticated navigational system that made it possible for them to populate the largest expanse of ocean in the world.
And all this, centuries before the Portuguese explorer Vasco da Gama had ventured around the Cape of Good Hope to India. Or before Columbus had crossed the much smaller Atlantic to the Caribbean.
My lack of knowledge is especially embarrassing, considering I'm descended, on my father's side, from a Tongan wayfinder.
But I needn't have worried. It doesn't take me long to realise that waka carving comes with a particular vibe that's anything but forbidding or aggressive.
The carvers, as I soon discover, are unfailingly kind, warm, and open.
Inside the Hihiaua centre, it's loud. Intermittent chainsaws and thudding, whining sanders. Traditional Hawaiian music grooving faintly beneath.
About 10 carvers, in orange vests, earmuffs and dust masks, are working on four waka. Right now though, they're still logs, more tree than waka. They have waka-esque shapes, but the wood is rough and raw.
Feathery wood shavings float in the air. I take in the layers of scents from fresh, aromatic wood.
I'm introduced to the carvers, but my eyes keep drifting back to the waka, the rough-hewn crescents.
Alika Bumatay, the leader of the Hawaiian team, notices. "You can touch it," he says, nodding at the tōtara that he and his mates are turning into a six-crew Hawaiian fishing wa'a.
I lay my hand on it and feel my breath ease out until I'm empty and still. I'm aware of sawdust, a soft layer beneath my feet, like standing in a forest, or on a beach.
The waka carvers' world is absorbing and technical, Simone Kaho discovered. Photo / Tawera Productions
And so, I enter the carver's world. It's an absorbing, artistic, highly technical world, where the carvers are intermediaries, transforming children of Tāne into children of Tangaroa, with chainsaws, adzes, sanders, karakia and continuous emotional and spiritual connection.
The Rātā symposium was a part of the controversial Tuia 250 commemorations of 2019, which marked the time since the arrival in Aoteaora of Captain James Cook and his Endeavour crew.
There'd been intense criticism from many Māori, who felt that it was wrong to commemorate an event that had led to the death and dispossession of Māori.
I couldn't help wondering how the carvers felt about this controversy. But I pushed my questions aside as I came to realise how far removed it was from the carvers' worlds.
What mattered to them was being able to practise their art — an art that's been passed down through millennia. To be able to tune into the spirit of the tree in front of them and then to turn it into another life. Into a waka, or wa'a, or va'a.
Over the next few weeks, as I get to know the carvers, I see magic. I see swirls and waves of sea appear in the grain of wood. I see lumps of wood melting, becoming unerringly elegant curves. The head and tail and bellies of waka.
The waka actually seem to grow as the carvers work on them, from the harsh shapes I first see, which seem too narrow to me, to generously rounded vessels, easily wide enough (for me).
The carvers observe each other's work, ask questions, or offer help. They have much in common — their languages, the way they manaakitanga each other, and the way they relate to the trees they're carving.
There is respect and spiritual connection. And sadness, too, because they've taken a life, as Alika tells me, and must honour that life by giving it a new form.
For the carvers, waka is a lifetime dedication. They must juggle the demands of their day jobs alongside keeping their skills alive and sharing them whenever they can. For their kids, for their whānau, for their culture.
Spending time with the carvers, I come to understand that waka holds power that can only be practised in good faith.
Launch day at Kororāreka. Photo / Tawera Productions
Launch day
It's the morning of November 6, launch day in Kororareka (Russell). This is where Hone Heke chopped down the Union Jack on Maiki hill in 1845. It was once known as the hellhole of the Pacific, now it's a holiday destination for the affluent.
When the beautiful six-seater Puaniho Tautira Mairenui draws close to shore for a paddler swap, I throw down my notepad and run to the water.
For a moment, I worry Puaniho will tip, when it is beside me, in mid-thigh sea, and I'm putting my foot into the curved base, shifting my weight to it.
But Puaniho's balance is powerful and barely rocks. My bodyweight feels just right.
I pick up a paddle and become aware of the taste of coffee and dehydration.
The water seems thick like gel, my shoulders constrict as the paddle dips into it.
When the paddle lifts, I almost expect it to be coated with sea like the back of a spoon with honey.
I understand then, the genius of the carvers, our ancestors, and the carvers I now know — that they design for the tree, the sea, and also the human body and spirit.
Human bodies, who move forward together, as one.
The question in my mind is: How can I feel this again? How can other people feel it?
I can see why waka ama is the fastest growing sport in New Zealand.
Billy Harrison, the Māori team leader, has a favourite whakataukī: He eke waka noa. Everyone on the same canoe paddling together.
Waka offers a vision for the future, from the past.
