Now, I don't actually mean that... but that's how it begins to make you feel. You have this pristine bit of bush, surrounded in Kiwi, Tui, Kereru etc. and over in the corner there is a burnt out shell of a 2007 Hilux.
Why is there a burnt out shell of a 2007 Hilux? Because some Maori think that they have the right to tell hunters how and when they can hunt deer in a fucking National park! And if you are a hunter, and you don't listen... well, your goods are forfeit.
It just disgusts me. Add to this the eyeball fucking I got for having the gaul to be white (half pun) in a predominantly brown area and you just get the feeling that NZ is just fucked.
BUT there were the elders (the ones that will be dead before long) that came and spoke to the hunters (and us) and expressed their disgust at what the younger generation are up to... and what they seem to expect as right. It made me feel a little bit better... and a little sadder to think what NZ will lose with the fading of that generation.