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Land Of The LETS Green Dollar
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Learning how to give a 'hongi' on my first day in New Zealand.

1. Tuesday, March 25


If you can imagine Popeye with a bushy grey moustache, then you can imagine my LETS host and New Zealand LETS tour organiser, John Grant. He was waiting for me at the airport on this cool summer night wearing a light blue pair of shorts and a light blue short-sleeved shirt. My plane had landed on schedule at 20 minutes into the new day, so this was about the earliest start to a day that we'd both ever had. And I was about to have the first of many reality checks on my short visit to New Zealand. There at John's feet was a sign bearing my name, JAMES TRAVIS! Obviously I had a lot of work to do before I would make JAMES TARIS a household name here.

Even though Wellington is the capital city of New Zealand, it's only got a small population of 300,000 people, so it didn't take long to get to John's home in the outer suburb of Churton Park. John's hospitality was typically British.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" he said. So this was the start of my new routine of having about 6 cups of tea every day, and the diet which had seen me lose 6 kilos over a 6 week period suddenly flew out the door. From now on my weight was at the mercy of my LETS hosts.

Fortunately, I slept like a log till about 6am. After all, there was little chance of suffering from jet lag, because thanks to daylight saving, there was only a one hour time difference between Melbourne and Wellington.

Accompanying my cup of tea for breakfast were a couple of hot buttered muffins with a generous helping of strawberry jam and yogurt. All definite no-no's for my diet. But heck, as soon as I'd hopped on the plane in Melbourne, my thoughts had taken a different direction altogether. It would just be LETS, LETS, LETS from now on. Gee those muffins were yummy!

John was still fine tuning my travel agenda that morning. More emails had come in so he was frantically re-arranging things to fit everyone into my tour. I'd asked to meet with as many LETS groups as I could, and he was doing all he could to satisfy my wishes. As I marked off all the towns I'd be visiting on my map of New Zealand, I was pleased to see that I'd be travelling through most of the North and South Islands, stopping off in about 16 towns. There was even a 3 day stay programmed for me in the popular tourist town of Rotorua where the hot springs and geysers attract international tourists all year round.

"But you've got to get used to the smell of sulfur," John warned me. "Those geysers smell like rotten eggs!"

At 52, John was a very fit man. Small in stature, but always on the go, he was the perfect example of a workaholic. If it needed to be done, John would do it (or he'd already done it!) And this was what I experienced all the time we were together. And he was extremely versatile. Whether it be cooking meals, cleaning house, repairing appliances or organising LETS events, John was always precise and punctual. And as you can imagine, the backbone of Wellington LETS.

And my presentation? It was set for 7pm that night!

Wellington LETS And My First Hongi

The Green Dollar office was on the 6th floor of a tall building in the heart of Wellington. The Mokai Kainga Maori Centre had been generous enough to make a room available to Wellington LETS for only about a dollar a day!

We got to the meeting room by 6pm. There were already some members there enjoying coffee and cakes. And by 7pm, we had attracted an audience of 20 people � many more than they'd had for quite a long time. Maybe these people were James Taris fans. The printed sign on the A-frame proved otherwise, advertising me as JAMES TARRAS!

Robert Te Whare, Chief Executive of Mokai Kainga, was present as well. It is customary for maori men to greet each other by touching noses. They don't rub noses like the Eskimos, they simply tilt their heads so that their foreheads and noses touch just for a second or two. Being Greek, I can relate to this sort of welcoming, because it is commonly accepted for men from Mediterranean countries to greet each other with a kiss on the cheeks. This maori gesture, called a 'hongi', is pretty much the same.

So before I started my presentation, I got Robert to come to the front of the room and had my first hongi.

My presentation went for just over 2 hours, and was received well by everyone. As usual, lots of questions were thrown at me, and all were answered to their satisfaction. But the greatest compliment was when John told me about their newest member. This man taught flute, mathematics and made baskets. And he'd been coaxed up to the meeting by John Grant only minutes before it started. He didn't know anything about LETS. He didn't know anything about me. And he didn't know anyone at the meeting. But by the next day he'd contacted John and volunteered to take on the roles of Treasurer and Newsletter Editor!

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Land of the LETS Green Dollar

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