ISBN-13: 9783565075485 / Angielski / Miękka / 2025 / 204 str.
Long before maps pinned it down, Polynesians sliced through Pacific swells in double-hulled canoes, naming the land Aotearoa for its long white cloud-and promptly set about taming it with stone adzes and bird snares. Fast-forward to Cook's Endeavour nosing into Ship Cove in 1770, bartering nails for potatoes and unwittingly lighting the fuse for whalers, missionaries, and a scribbled treaty under a gum tree at Waitangi. Hobson raised the flag, but the promises curdled quick: land grabs, musket volleys in the Waikato, and a patchwork colony stitched from sheep stations and settler grudges, all while the Southern Alps shrugged off the fuss.By the 1860s, gold fever hit Otago like a seismic wave-prospectors hacking through tussock for nuggets that bankrolled railways and a rush of Brits dreaming of El Dorado down under. Women, tired of the sidelines, marched with petitions thicker than a kete, cracking the vote in 1893 before the world caught up. Then came the trenches: ANZACs slogging up Chunuk Bair, forging a national scar that still echoes in dawn services, while back home the Spanish flu felled more than the war ever did.Twentieth-century tremors shook it all loose-from welfare state experiments to the '81 Springbok tour riots that bloodied the streets for apartheid's end, capping with Lange's nuclear-free gut-punch that flipped off superpowers. Rebuilt from 'quake rubble and Treaty settlements, New Zealand stands as a bicultural brew: hobbit holes hiding old wounds, pavlova fights over origins, and a quiet roar saying small places can roar loud. This history's no dry scroll-it's a billy tea chat with the ghosts of gumdiggers and kaumatua.
Long before maps pinned it down, Polynesians sliced through Pacific swells in double-hulled canoes, naming the land Aotearoa for its long white cloud-and promptly set about taming it with stone...