Cool green Waikato pastures, peppered with beefy, sleepy looking Fresian cows. My Mum's from here, so I always feel connected to the hilly slices of Maui's North Island hinterland. Actually, I'm not sure that it even is a hinterland, but I like that word. Rural and wise sounding. The sun was setting as we crawled back into Auckland, candy floss skies and the Manukau harbour a sparkly glass pane of water. Home & heart both.