Greetings Children of the Revolution. Its a cold and wet night in God's Own and what was my one acre chili patch has turned into a sea of mud soup relentlessly flowing down the local creek towards the blue South Pacific Ocean. About 1 mile East of where one of the first canoes arrived in New Zealand from the mythical Polynesian homeland of Havaiki. (Nothing to do with the island group revolving now around Honolulu.) So I've had more than an academic interest in your chat about my ancestors. The travels were never one way and legend has the first accomplished by Kupe in the 11th Century. There were regular toings and froings (season's tickets?) Charts would have been of no use as the Polynesians never had a written language and the closest they got to ink was the material they used for facial tattoos (moko). Kupe discovered these islands and got word back and the first great migration was of seven double hulled sailing canoes which arrived at various places on the NZ coast and begat the local tribes. Taipa is where our one landed and began the Ngapuhi iwi. Minimum distance travelled over open water, even assuming they could find islands to hop would have been 1500 miles. The incentive to travel was probably the desire not to feature as the main course at one of your neighbours feasts. Apparently human meat is very sweet but there is no meal on earth that will not benefit from the addition of a little heat. I don't know wether they had chilies though. Maori are not keen on the hot stuff, but perhaps they lost that along with their taste for long pig. One of my neighbours is the guy leading the renaissance in waka building and renegotiating the Pacific. I don't know how they did it either. But at the end of this year you can watch us all in action defending our grip on the America's Cup of yacthing. Perhaps it was all just native cunning. Anyone got any good recipe featuring human meat? Garry