Christchurch And Beyond, New Zealand
I left Queenstown quite early on a bus with a not so welcoming driver. First of all he just stared at my ticket when I held it out to him as I was getting on the bus. He looked at it as though he had never seen one before. He never took it, he just said one word ... name? I told him it and then he pointed for me to sit down. I sat down and thought how good Josh had been he was always welcoming and friendly, lively and funny on the microphone, not like this one. A...