Peter Malcouronne meets the arrivals at Auckland Airport
Rona Sapolu, a 45-year-old Samoan by way of West Auckland has been in Tokyo for the past decade teaching English. With wife, Noriko, and 2-year-old daughter, Sahana, he's returning home for the first time in a year. Rona's mum, Toeupu, presently rapturously preoccupied with her granddaughter, is in the arrivals area to meet them.
It's one of those supremely happy homecomings, one that makes you forget about house prices, climate change and the Colonel Custerish ineptitude of the Black Caps. However, Rona concedes the notion of "home" has become problematic. "I guess you could say that I'm living there now," he says. "I think when Noriko and I got married, and when the baby was born, Tokyo became our home."
"It's a pretty full-on city," he says. "The crowds, the business, the chaos - it's a long way from Avondale. But it's also very ordered and organised.
"I've visited a lot of countries. Stayed in many cities. And it can be ... pandemonium, especially in Asia. But they follow the rules in Japan. They stop at the lights; they don't jaywalk - even if it's a quiet street."