In the pub a few hours ago, I left the building to go outside for a cigarette and was joined by a pretty young woman who told me she was from New Zealand. I already knew that from the way she pronounced, 'fish and chips'.
I asked her if she had Maori blood in her (knowing from her colouring, face shape and dark green eyes that she did) and she said that I was the first person to have spotted that she was on this continent. I think - although I didn't say - that I was the first to actually ask.
She suggested we gave each other the traditional Maori greeting, so I asked for instructions, hoping it didn't involve slapping of thighs, shouting and sticking our tongues out.
"We hold hands and we look into each other's eyes", she said, taking my hands in hers, "And we press our noses together like this, transmitting the spirit, love and respect between each other for a moment."
So we did. I fell in love with another stranger.
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