North Otago. The Maniototo. A return to a place I’ve never been. But I’m from here. I kind of look like the others – those who never left. Names and places I’ve only heard of I see: St Bathans, Vulcan Hotel, Patearoa. I discover some who I’ve never heard of. Distant cousins from another branch of an extensive family tree. Impossible to explain how good it feels to be here. I pay my respects and leave.