Zena could hardly believe that she was on a plane, gazing down over the North Island. Everything she knew about New Zealand came from Luke's photographs and postcards: sparkling lagoons, snow-capped mountains and silver ferns. It was a remarkable sight: jewelled green land, intersected with turquoise lakes and rivers, feeding into the crystalline Pacific Ocean. Auckland was coming into view: she had not expected the city to be so spread out, more like its own miniature island, than a European city.