The Hangi

                                          The  Hangi

                                                                      by Grace

I stared at the grey shapeless smoke, as it hovered in the air, thicker than fog  and mist and then down at the smoking flaming pit.

The strong men were shovelling fiery rocks and then sending them into the empty smouldering pit. Once that was done a barrel of icy water was drizzled onto the hangi, smoke flew in the air and if I thought the smoke was thick before I  was very wrong. We were surrounded with the swirling , muggy black smoke, I heard metal clanging against metal as it was settled into the pit. 

I coughed in frustration as the smoke was still very dense. I looked over my shoulder and gasped at the gum tree in the sand pit. The sun light was filtering  through the branches and I realised the smoke was lifting. 

I wondered if every hangi was as amazing as this, I guess not.