The Aotearoa Maori Nationals is the best competition in New Zealand.
Ok, ok, clearly that’s an incendiary statement aimed at ramping up the clicks, but it’s not that far off the mark. And here’s why.
We all know that surf competitions have lost their gloss. In the good old days, the 1990’s and early double zeros, national surf competitions were hectic. There’d be full draws and you couldn’t get a park at the beach to watch. Perhaps the heady height was the Manu Bay Billabong WQS’s where buses had to be contracted to shuttle spectators from Raglan to the Point, an estimated 50,000 spectators attended. Perhaps NZ Surfing’s version of Woodstock, crazy- but true. Ratso’s Hot Buttered Easter Comp, a nationally rated event, used to pack out the black sands of Piha every year with spectators. One year even finished with a good old fashioned riot, with police breaking up the post-match function after a car got rolled and set on fire.
How’d the gloss get knocked off? Maybe, just maybe, it is an accidental disconnection from the grass roots. You see, back in the dark ages, before the inter-web, participants would mail in their entry fee cheques in weeks before the event, but they’d also have to show up for the Friday night’s registration and the heat draw. It couldn’t be posted on-line, you had to be there. These rego evenings became catch ups with old mates, the friendly rivalry banter would start… to be honest sometimes it wasn’t so friendly! But there was connection and korero.
Comps were held on long weekends, so you had Monday to meander home after the Presso night on Sunday. Presso night! All competitors were encouraged to hang about for the Presso, no one knew 100% who won what until the Presso. Often included in the registration pack given on Friday night was a meal and/or drink voucher for the Presso night. There’d be the formalities, but then there’d be a knees up with a couple of good bands, in fact, surf comps were regarded by up and coming bands as a good gig to land.
Then surf comps got streamlined, went online for registration and the heat draw. The Friday night meet-up became redundant. The Presso was reduced to a quick how’s your father in front of the sponsors’ banners behind the offical’s tent. The spirit, the wairua, got incrementally eroded from mainstream national competition. The competitors stopped going, draws were halved in size. The spectators stopped attending. Surf comps got so streamlined that they just weren’t fun anymore.
You’ve got the formula now right; a fun evening prior, where everyone catches up, eyes each other up, even maybe creates a few hazy heads for the days ahead of heats, then the whole time you know there’s gonna be a fun time at the end, a finale… the weekend has become a celebration, an event of mini events.
Here’s what happens at the Maori Nationals;
It’s held on Labour weekend, you have Monday to get home safely.