My plane from Melbourne was running late and it got me home to Wellington about 1 am.
I had to go through the usual stress and worry over getting a taxi. Drivers hate me because I live about a four minute drive away from the airport.
During those four minutes, last weekend, my taxi driver told me that he'd been waiting in line an hour and a half for my lone plane to come in and that he could have been getting a bigger taxi fare from people who lived in the outer suburbs -
"But I'm not complaining," he said.
Well, dear reader, he not-complained five times on that short journey. Even as I paid him, he was still telling me, parrot-like, that he was not complaining.
I was so ashamed that I had taken up so little of his time that I gave the driver a $5 tip. But I'm not complaining. Much.
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More Melbourne pics:
below: my dessert plate at Observatory buffet restaurant
below: walking along South Bank, I came across these structures
below: at the Viking exhibit, Melbourne Museum. Weapons.
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