Each
time I come home from living overseas, I am reminded of the things I value
about New Zealand
that I had previously taken for granted.
Fern-covered seating fabric |
For
example, though I’m sure many people would moan about the public transportation
system in Auckland – and I’m sure there are
valid things to moan about – compared to the local buses in Cusco ,
Peru , the Auckland buses are a dream come true! (see my previous blog A dangerous commute for a glimpse of Peruvian bus travel)
For
a start, they have timetables, and they almost always run on time. The drivers
are mostly friendly, greeting their passengers with a friendly ‘Good morning’
or ‘Good afternoon’. If they’re not in a rush, they will actually chat to you –
one read the name ‘Bolivia ’
on my t-shirt and wanted to know if I’d been there and what it was like. They
give you advice: ‘You’d be better to get a transfer ticket, dear. It’s
cheaper’. They wait for the elderly and those with babies and young children to
get seated before zooming off.
And
the buses themselves are clean, with comfortable seats in bright colours and patriotic
designs. They have buttons you can press or cords you can pull to indicate you
want to get off at the next stop, though on one occasion I almost shouted out
‘Bajar’ as I would have on a Peruvian bus. Their roofs are high enough that
even the tallest person doesn’t have to bend over. They don’t try and fit 100
people on a vehicle designed for 40, or have a conductor hanging out the door
when the bus is overcrowded. They don’t contain chickens or guinea pigs or
lambs or cats, though a seeing-eye dog would be allowed. They are much more
expensive, of course, but believe me, the price is worth paying!
Another thing I really value about
Waterlilies in Auckland Domain |
New
Zealanders as a whole are great gardeners. We love our flowers and shrubs, and
many people still cultivate their own vegetable gardens and grow fruit trees.
For Christmas dinner, we ate new potatoes, freshly dug that morning from my
uncle’s small allotment at the retirement village where they live, and I'm sure a lot of my fellow New Zealanders did the same.
Walking alongside the Waikato river in Hamilton |
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