The photos on the walls in the wharenui have a heck of a time. They are there for everything, watching and listening as the daily dramas of the p? play out. Place is like a soap opera on the best of days – let alone when things really hit the fan.
Just last week, one of the koros was complaining his hangi rocks got moved and his own brother went for his throat, yelling you’d know where they were if you came back more often. That’s the topic on the table most get-togethers. Who visited yesterday, who’s planning
