My Waitangi Day experience began unexpectedly on Wednesday night when I was walking near the shoreline and heard a faint waiata from out at sea. Before long a large waka came around the point and into the bay.
Two others followed, the crew chanting and paddling in unison. It may have been practice for the main event which was thwarted yesterday by wind and rain.
I was drawn to Waitangi this year for the first time as I'm about to move overseas, and one of the few things I wanted to experience before I left was Waitangi Day in the Far North. I was later asked to share some of my reflections from the day.
Remarking on the Waitangi Treaty Grounds' historical significance might sound like a truism, but being flanked by Busby's house on one side and the flagpole bearing (among others) the 1835 flag of the United Tribes on the other made me reflect on the formative events of nationhood that have gone down at Waitangi.