Auckland's butter chicken tsunami

Returning home to a city I barely recognise

After three years away, I flew back into Auckland last week. God, it has changed. A mate picked me up from the airport and we headed to the North Shore – still my patch, or so I thought. We stopped at Pak’nSave Wairau, that great barn of a supermarket where everyday Kiwis used to stock up. I’m not exaggerating when I say the place was flooded with forei…