In November 1995 we were travelling around the North Island of New Zealand looking for the place where Tamatea who swallowed, climbed and jumped mountains, known as thick knees, played his flute to his loved one. Too eager to get there only to go back again, we suddenly found ourselves quite literally upside down in a hole. We needed a hero and he appeared in an instant; our very own Caractacus Pott. With a good dose of kindness, a roar from his tractor and a lot of endeavor, he soon got us to roll with it again, and although Tamatea was never found, our adventurous spirit was rekindled.
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