But also, as I was sitting around the fire, eating one night, somebody came out and talked to me, and they said, "Hey, we heard there's a Māori within this group. Is there a Māori there?" And that happened to be me. He goes: "Our uncle wants to talk to you." And I said, "OK. Fine." So I'm sitting there and this uncle walks out of the forest and they had a translator, and they were like: "Hey, many, many years ago, there were soldiers that were in this forest—and our uncle, he was their guide for them and they sung him this song and for all of those years, for decades and decades and decades, he had no idea what this song was." So I said, "Oh, OK. Well, I'll do my best." So they sang me that song, and that song was "Pokarekare Ana". So this kaumātua had been waiting since, I think, 1964 for some random Māori—me—to show up in the forest and actually translate that song for him. 