onehunga reminds me very much of madanriting. a little tacky, a little rough around the edges, and not always ‘nice’; but just as much laughter and singing as any-richer-where else. i missed many opportunities to learn from madanriting when i lived there, nor did i give back as much as i could have. and sometimes, at the end of yet another headlong day at work or training, onehunga feels like a second chance.
Kia ora feddabonn,
Feels like a look into my own soul. Kia kaha.
Robb
hmmm, lovely!