Sixteen years ago I came to Japan to stay with Tomonobu Nakamura and his wife Chizuoko.
Tom and Mayor Chas Poynter had been the major movers to forming the sister city relationship between Nagaizumi and Wanganui (as it then was) and the Nakamuras and my mum and dad had formed a friendship.
Tom knew I loved aspects of Japanese culture - the films of Akira Kurosawa, sumo wrestling (which I used to watch when arriving home after shift work in Europe), and Japanese cuisine - and invited me to stay for three weeks at the end of my university year.
I was at a low ebb. I had just had a book published and it received a couple of damning reviews (it also had some good reviews but negative comments always live larger in one's memory). My girlfriend and I were moving apart from each other. I had no real idea what I was going to be doing the next year with the degree I had just earned. A break in Japan might be a chance to reboot.
It was a sensational journey, visiting temples, and gardens, galleries and sights. I even went to Disneyland for the very first time - Tokyo has its own version replete with fantasy castle.