The tramping into the Forest was a much-needed break from Camp Kewe life, I had energy to burn and felt the wairua of the forest. The forester’s casual stroll into the bush was a brisk walk to me; there was no doubt we slowed them down.

Thoughts of snakes and other critters were forgotten as we absorbed the energy of this magical, untouched world. We did, however, see two deadly Papua Black snakes, which the local boys killed, fast. I made sure there was always a local with a machete in front of me.

The evenings were spent sharing our cultures. I learnt the Kuni language and taught them the Maori language as well as two songs they requested, with a plan to sing them at a church service.

On the last night of our stay there with the Cassowary clan, they honoured us with a feast. I was reminded of my ancestors and the mighty Moa of their pre-European days.