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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Anahera Te Kaitiaki | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Mon May 15, 2017 7:48 pm

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Thread title is a Maori greeting. "Welcome"




“Looks a bit pakaru to me.” The sleezy car rental guy’s eyebrows, that reminded me of Oscar the Grouch, blended together in a frown. What did you just say? We’d already had a discussion about how my moko wasn’t something I’d ‘picked up in the big house’. Really didn’t want to get into another conversation about how Maori had their own language too. “Busted, broken, knackered.” Racking my knuckles on the hood of the lemon I rested my opposite hand on my hip. Challenging him to feed me another line about how it had working air con and usb ports. His sausage fingers began playing about with his awful pink tie, spluttering a string of excuses that didn’t even form together into a proper sentence. Hadn’t known what to expect when arriving in America. Basing expectations on television shows and their crazy politically infused news broadcasts was probably the fastest way to get my face smashed in. Then again if fellas like this existed, with their Tom Selleck moustaches then maybe I had the right idea. Uncle Tamati would squeal like a girl if I sent him a pic of this bro. Unc’s loved him some Magnum PI. Hogged the TV remote like it was his precious on Sunday arvos to get his flashback fix.

“Never mind. Give me the keys. She’ll be right.” Got drowned in bleach white teeth as he grinned while handing over a bit of paper for me to sign. Place was shady as all buggery but I hadn’t been given heaps of pocket money to throw on a car. Just needed it to get from Seattle to Index so it didn’t need to be flash. Fast Eddies Used Car Dealership didn’t even ask to see my licence, which was mint because I didn’t have one. Not an American one anyways. Once it was a done deal I cringed as I opened the passenger side door getting treated to a tasty creaking noise. The Honda Civic might only be a few years younger than me. Least old greasy Eddie had fancied her up with an upgraded stereo. After bundling my tramping pack into the seat, I fastened the seatbelt around it like it was a camo green human being riding shotgun. When sitting in the car myself I sniffed the air, wrinkling my nose a little. Something smelled sugary. Maybe some brat had left a lolly somewhere and it had melted and fused to the interior. Wedged in some black hole location that I was never going to find.

Right. Time for road trip prep. Sunglasses. Dragging mine down from on top of my head to cover my eyes, I snapped around the rear vision mirror to check myself. Flashing my reflection a mocking version of a gang sign prompting a round of my own distinct laughter. Like a tea kettle. Step two was plugging my cell phone in. Since I’d completely forgotten about international contracts it was now just a glorified ipod. A roadie wasn’t a roadie without some sounds though. Literally crossed my fingers as I sparked the ignition. When my no so new ride growled to life I let out a happy sigh. Hitting play without explicitly picking a song I bobbed my head along, instinctively pouting my lips at the same time. Makareta had filled my playlist with Kiwi tunes to remind me of home and to probably get me all weepy eyed thinking about nights on the Marae so that I wouldn’t stick around in America as long as my sister had.

Following Aroha’s trail through the hand written letters she sent me was what I really wanted to do as soon as I settled in. That of course was going to have to take a back seat for a while. Even though I hadn’t been a hundred per cent truthful as to the reason why I had wanted this transfer so badly, is wasn’t like I was going to shirk my duties. Maybe a smidgeon. Everyone at home knew that I was going camping as soon as possible. Get a feel for the terrain. What they didn’t factor in is that becoming a bush baby was going to come before anything else. Aside from finding lodgings and sleeping through this jet lag. My eyeballs felt like overinflated rugby balls. This chickie needed a nap.

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