Digging deep into Stewart Island’s history, it is hard to avoid the stories and myths that locals whisper in the wind and dusty library books hold secret. I’ve been listening carefully, to those that were born and raised here, those that chat away, those that say they witnessed some of the following incidents. Here is a collection of the local legends I came across but as with most mythical stories, I cannot guarantee for their accuracy.
Whether you believe them or not, you need to differentiate between fact and fiction. As pun-master Jonathan Frakes in Beyond Belief put it:
“Is this story a product of a writer’s imagination? Or have we unlocked the truth?”
Continue reading Stewart Island/Rakiura #2: Tales & Truths
We were walking to the gym, it was sometime between 8 or 9 am. Across the street, we saw a cop in front of the Westpac Bank on George Street (Dunedin’s main street). We lowered our pace in hope for a little exciting bank robbery. Suddenly, three big men walked out, wearing sunglasses and headphone cables that disappeared in the suit. Behind them walking to the car – was New Zealand’s new Prime Minister (PM) who was currently campaigning for the Labour Party in Dunedin.
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I wouldn’t have been able to describe it better than Alana (a friend and true Kiwi) did on her blog: “Sheep and New Zealand go together like Marmite and cheese, bangers and mash, $10 bottles of wine and a fresher Byo.” What she meant was that if you ever dive into New Zealand’s economic history or find yourself in a conversation with a native, sooner or later it will come down to sheep.
Continue reading Shearing Sheep the Kiwi-Way and How to Wrestle them, too