Twenty five dollars and a dream - the story of Tapu te Ranga Marae

The foundations they carved out by hand, metres deep, spades and pick-axes digging into the hillside. Wooden beams scavenged from the demolition yards surrounding the city.
In the old photographs, their backs strain to lift the foundational beams, they stand surly and shirtless or in patched leather jackets, work boots, in the dirt of the site. The whare rise behind them.
The building today looks like an enormous pirate ship, riding the crest of the hill over the tidy villas of Berhampore.