While eating breakfast the other day, my daughter asked, “Daddy, where does Marmite come from?”
“Well, Princess”, I told her, “That’s a long story. Truth is that most people don’t really know. Good thing your daddy does.
The story, as I remember it, goes a bit like this…
Ever since I was old enough to remember, I have been fascinated by stories of Bigfoot. The big "Readers Digest Book of Unexplained Mysteries and Monsters" on our family bookshelf probably didn't dilute my overactive imagination any, and I would dream of one day exploring the American wilderness, in search of Sasquatch.
Any sane person would agree that the stuff of myths, legends and monsters usually originate from experiences far less sensational. But is that always the case?
I was in the library the other day, and found a book on New Zealand Mysteries. Much to my surprise (and delight), I have discovered that we have our very own Bigfoot legend here in Godzone: "The Moehau Man".