This is the place where on the 6th February 1840, a Culture and a Heritage joined hands in partnership with the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi and the words, “We do.”
By coming under British Sovereignty, it kept the French from stamping the Tricolour on these lands. However, from our visit to the place, we felt more the tourist outnumbered by both the French and Germans. There are just so many of them!
Wish we had of worn our New Zealand cycle tops so as to distinguish us being bred and born here.
Piahia is a lovely spot that buzzes with life, both off the water and on. Para-gliders being towed behind jet boats interrupted the horizon. The flag pole over on the Waitangi grounds prominent above the tree shrubbery. Sidewalk Café patron dishes bellowed cuisine smells to drool over.
Our Bar-tailed Godwit (Kūaka) are the most wonderful migratory birds we have – 90,000 fly from Alaska to New Zealand the back, every year. Some of them will leave Alaska and be in the Bay of Islands 8-9 days later.
As soon as they land, they fall asleep and who could blame them?
Unlike other seabirds, they cannot rest on water or feed at sea, so this 11,500-kilometres journey is the longest non-stop flight undertaken by any bird.
With that written, we set sail to then take more steps again tomorrow to tick off maps 14,15,16, 17 and 18 of the TA.
Huh, I know which side of the partnership will want to fall asleep just like the Godwit as soon as we reach land after the water taxi even before we walk.
The heritage side of the natural tourist in us!