The Great Unwashed
I know public transport isn't the only alternative to driving, but it's what we use most at the moment.
It is certainly affording some great learning experiences for my little carbon cop and I; he is fascinated by the notion that the seats at the front are meant to be given up for elderly/ pregnant ladies/ people who need more room etc... It's been great to see him transition from scowling at people for not offering their seats, but being unwilling to do it himself, to - finally - happily squeezing on to my knee the other day to allow a senior lady to sit with us.
A real parenting result in the character stakes!
Certainly a far cry from the lack of courtesy usually evident when driving a car around these parts.
It must be said, though, for the sake of transparency that now that Summer is showing herself the Bondi bus run has become a lot less fun and a lot more sweaty, crowded, loud, slow and inconsistent. I am having to allow a good extra 20 min each side of the journey to not run late. And I dread those moments waiting in the city where seemingly three of every other bus other than the Bondi one turns up, and you watch the crowd of people who you know are waiting for the same bus as you gather, and you know it will arrive packed, and late and possibly not have room for you arrgghh!
Another good opportunity to practise kindness to all...I guess! ;)
But still, this whisper remains car-less!