It’s
an eye-opening experience when you’re forced to step outside your comfort zone
and take public transport.
I’ve
caught plenty of taxis in the past (usually in the evening when alcohol was
involved) and town buses with the kids when they were little as a treat. Yes,
it was a treat to them – especially when they caught sight of themselves on the
internal tv screen.
But at
the moment I am in between cars and have no choice but to exit my usual hurried
routine of garage to destination missions and have found myself loitering on
public benches as a result.
I’ve
experienced the good and the bad while carless. The reason I am carless is
because a couple of years ago I got it into my head that a seven-seater would
be a good idea. Trouble is, most of them look like vans or people movers and
the only one I could find which looked semi-decent was given the thumbs down by
the mechanical ‘bible’ which I was advised to consult. I ignored it and
purchased said seven-seater and, to cut a long story short, learnt an expensive
lesson. So now, with the car in mind which gets the thumbs up from my car
‘bible’, it is a matter of waiting for it to pop up on my watchlist and pounce.
Hence
how the children and I found ourselves in Auckland on Monday post car sale,
stranded but with a pocketful of cash. I decided to turn it into an adventure
and took us up the Sky Tower, amongst other things, before catching the Naked
Bus back home. It could have been a disaster, on foot in a big city with our
backpacks and finding our way home but, after many hours of careful planning,
it went seamlessly. The bus ride was super-fast, broken up by the young French
tourist in front turning round to chat about my son’s unusual name after she
heard it spoken. It turns out she was newly pregnant after a New Zealand
encounter, but had already named her baby the same name as my youngest. She
chatted for about an hour before rummaging for a pen for my contact details.
Next minute a pen poked through the gap from the seat behind us, courtesy of
another young tourist who must have been listening in.
As the
kids and I emerged from our taxi at the other end, they remarked how much fun
they had had. That is all the thanks a parent needs and the cost and effort
were worth it.
The
next day I had a couple of meetings in town so walked up the road to catch the
public bus. I think the public bus system here is great. It’s just the weirdos
you need to watch out for. But I will come back to that later. The good things
about being a passenger are the ability to chill-out, multi-task, and observe
things you would normally miss while driving. During the trip in, I spotted my
son running round the school field and made a mental note to give him a bit of
grief about his pace at dinner that night (I did and it turned out it was his fourth lap), and a friend, who I had no idea was
into fitness, training.
On the
journey home, however, I encountered the weirdo. This was not my first
encounter with a weirdo of late. Recently, while my car was in for repairs, I
decided to hang out at the nearby Rose Gardens while I waited. It was a lovely
sunny day so I parked up by the river with a book. However, half an hour in,
the tranquillity was shattered by a freak who spent a good 30 minutes circling
and eye-balling me, then finally pulling out his phone and trying to take
pictures. This incident lead me straight to the police station, after which I opted
to hang out on a central park bench where it felt safer.
With this
week’s weirdo experience, out of all the empty seats, he chose the one opposite
mine up the end and turned with his back to the window and just stared. It was
very unsettling so I distracted myself by replying to some texts and he finally
seemed to lose interest about halfway into the ride. But that was when I
noticed he was now leaning forward scrutinising the tv screen. I considered
pulling the finger but continued to scowl at my phone instead before gladly
jumping off at my stop.
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