Chapter 22
The visit to the glow worm caves at Waitomo proved entertaining and Hana didn’t remember the last time she laughed until it hurt. Being around Indra and Deepak outside their natural habitat felt like accompanying two small children on a school trip. They asked the most bizarre questions without guile or shame and their lack of political correctness left her weak at the knees.
Introduced to the Māori guide who steered the underground boat, Indra grew more like her old self. “What is this Māori?” she complained, waving her arms. “You can’t be one. You look just like a member of the Jat clan from Bristol. There must be some mistake.” She wagged an elegant finger. “You’re a closet Sikh, I know it. There’s no need to be ashamed. It’s a free world.”
The female guide looked horrifie
