Elisabeth Easther meets Nadine Toe Toe of Kohutapu Lodge and Tribal Tours, Murupara.
My first job after leaving school was presenting the farm show at Rainbow Farm. I'd grown up on a dairy farm in a little country town called Ngakuru. After applying for the job, I was given a script that felt the size of a phone book and I had three days to learn it before being put on stage. I was really nervous. I wasn't sure I could do it. But they miked me up and put me in front of 300 people and it all kicked in. At the end the audience clapped and the boss said "well done you've got the job". Then he asked if I'd noticed anything about the audience. I hadn't. Then he told me they were all non-English speakers wearing translators, so if I had mucked up, it wouldn't have mattered.
At the end of my degree, I did a six-month internship with Tourism Rotorua which turned into a full-time job. I'd never been out of New Zealand at that stage, and it wasn't till I started in the international department that I travelled overseas for the first time. Going to trade shows promoting Rotorua as a destination, I went to Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong, Korea, China, India Australia, England, Holland.
I started to lose count of the countries I went to. Flying into Mumbai at night, it was as if the ground was blanketed in stars, lights as far as the eye could see. But outside the airport, the culture shock hit.
There was noise and chaos, people were grabbing at us, and it seemed as though there were no road rules. There was rubbish everywhere, dogs, horses and carts, bullocks, tuk tuks, and so much tooting. We pulled up in front of a beautiful hotel and to get inside, we literally stepped over people sleeping on the ground. But as soon as the doors shut behind us, it was silent. Air conditioning, gold plate, marble floors, such a juxtaposition from outside. The next morning, when we were setting up our booths, housekeeping unpacked my bag, ironed my shirts, polished my shoes, they even took every bit of hair out of my hairbrush.