The vision raised by the prospect of coffee in a Cowshed was more of some watery instant than any arabica-infused latte. But the coffee at The Cowshed Cafe was as good as any on the Terrace, and the beach at Mokihinui was as stunning and wild as any on the Coast, so lesson learnt.
When on the Coast, do as the Coasters do. To correct a local’s pronunciation would just come across as “out-of-towner” cultural arrogance. So, saying Granity right was easy, as was Hector, but Ngakawau had me really stumped.
For a moment, I thought there was a Buller District-specific te reo dialect, a residue of some pre-Waitaha tribe, but once I got my tongue around saying “Knack a War” I was off like a Coaster.