I remember as a young boy sitting on the end of my Great Grandmothers bed and watching the train go down the main line in New Zealand. I imagined strange and distant places around the bend and wondered what it would be like to travel to a distant land.
When ever we went to visit my Nana and Popa and my Great Grand parents (who lived with them) we would walk to the local store and catch the Raod Services bus into the township of Pukekohe. The old Bedford Bus we as children called the Bone Shaker simply because of the way it rattled and you could hear the coins bouncing in the drivers tray next to the ticket board with all the brightly colored tickets.
Back then there where no fancy touch on and swipe cards. You stood in the que to get on, you paid the driver as you entered and bought your Stage number (based on distance) and the driver then clipped your ticket with a special hand held device that punched a small hole in your ticket.
Everyone sat still and behaved, there was no no nonsense or the driver would put you off the bus and leave you where you stood. I loved to old bus.
Tell us your earliest memory, where did you travel as a youngster
