taku tononga atu rā anō i tētahi unu hei whakamahana hoki i ahau nei, kitea tonutia atu te āta tau mahara o ngā tokotoru nei, kātahi anō ka kōrerorero, ka katakata anō. Ka mutu te whakahoahoa, ka takia mātou mā runga waka ki te whare kai, ā, i reira e toru rawa ngā hāora e kai ana i ngā kai tauhou, reka hoki, me te kōrerorero tonu. Kia āta mākona pū anō kātahi anō mātou ka matika. Te utu mō tērā manaaki nui a te tangata whenua, kotahi rau e ono tekau mā whā taara. Kātahi tētahi hākari ko tērā! Ka puta atu mātou ki ō mātou waka, ko mātou ērā e rere ana i runga i ngā huarahi whakamīharo o Los Angeles i te pō. Hangahanga noa iho te waru tekau, te iwa tekau māero i te hāora, e whā rawa hoki ngā wāhanga o te huarahi e rere atu ana, e rere mai ana, mō ngā waka āta haere, mō ngā waka tere te kāwhaki. Mutu rawa atu mātou ki te Ambassador Hotel, te hōtēra i kōhurutia ai a Robert Kennedy. He wā anō mātou ki reira ka rere anō mātou. He tawhiti tonu te wāhi i haere ai, ka tae ki tētahi whare pōuriuri nei a roto. Tō mātou tomokanga atu, ka ārahina atu ki ō mātou tēpu, ā, kāhore i roa, tū ana mai ngā tamariki wāhine nei, tokotoru rātou, e kanikani mai ana, ā, ko tō rātou mea koeke e piupiu mai ana i ana poi, ka rongo ake i tētahi, ‘Ahaha, kātahai anō te poi tāpara kāhore he ringaringa — māmā noa iho.’ I pai i taua wā tonu hei whakangahau, hei mātakitaki, ēngari, nō tō mātou rongonga he rongoa whakananu tā rātou kai, ā, e pērā ana rātou e mahi mai rā, ka noho au me ōku nei whakaaro, ka hoki whakatekāinga ōku mahara ki aku tamāhine. Kātahi te mahi kino ki te pēnei i ngā tamariki wāhine, te whāngai ki tēnei kai taurekareka, te takakino tamariki. Heoi ko tōku tūmanako kia noho atu tēnei tū āhua ki ērā whenua, kaua rawa e tae mai ki ēnei moutere, ki Aotearoa, Te Waipounamu. Kitea rawatia ake ko te minita nei, waimarie nāna i waiho atu tana kara ki te kāinga, āe hoki, tae rawa ia ki te whare e kanikani mai ai te wāhine hore pare mō ngā uma, piupiu mai ai. Te moni a ō mātou kaimanaaki mō taua pō, e ono rau whā tekau mā ono taara; ka pō ka ao, ko tō mātou rā tuatahi tēnei ki Āmerika tūturu, ki te whenua o Karipōnia. I kite ai mātou, ka ngarue te whenua, ka ngaoko te tangata, i te pō i te awatea ki Los Angeles. Kāhore sight of a clerical collar, and it was not until I had requested a warming liquid refreshment also, that the three hosts breathed more easily and began to talk and entertain us. After this hour of getting together we were taken by our hosts to a restaurant where we remained for about three hours, eating strange foods, enjoying them, and talking all the while. When we were well satisfied only then did we rise from the table. That meal cost our hosts a hundred and sixty four dollars. What a feast that was! We boarded our cars and were taken on the amazing freeways of Los Angeles. It was easy cruising at eighty and ninety miles an hour on freeways with four lanes running either way, a lane for the slow cars, another for the faster cars and another for overtaking. We ended up at the Ambassador Hotel were Robert Kennedy was assassinated. We remained there awhile and then moved on. We motored for quite a while when we came to a house with subdued lighting. On entering we were conducted to our tables, and before long three girls appeared to perform their act, the older doing the poi, so that the remark was heard, ‘First time the double poi has been been done without hands — so simple.’ At that time it was good entertainment, but on reflection and learning that these girls were under drugs, I sat with my own thoughts, thoughts which were of home, of my own daughters. What abuse of womanhood, to exploit them in this way. Here was something I hoped would remain there, and never ever come to these islands of Aotearoa and Te Waipounamu. Yes, the parson, fortunately without his clerical collar at this time, found himself at a ‘topless’ restaurant. That night cost our hosts over six hundred dollars; it was night and it was day, this first day of ours in America proper, in the State of California. There we saw life in Los Angeles by day and by night. What hosts these three were! On the Thursday morning, we were taken to a suburb called Watts District. This part of the town was the negro suburb of Los Angeles. We were conducted by a young negress, twenty-one years old. She showed us round, so that we saw their many projects, their farms, their poultry farms, so that we learnt at first hand the hopes and aspirations of these dark people, their