It’s two days after Christmas and I’m on the bus, headed to Brisbane city to meet an old Suva Grammar School friend from Fiji days. Renn and I have known each other since I was fourteen years old.
I detest the 45-minute bus ride. Which is why ever since I arrived in Brisbane on 5 November, 2012, to visit my surviving parent, my mother, I’ve deliberately avoided the city center.
At the multiple stops before we hit the reprieve of the express lane, I notice that all the passengers are Orientals. Getting off and getting on, one by one, only Orientals then … two Indians. And that’s it. Croikey! The entire ethnic composition of a long articulated Brisbane city bus: 97% Orientals, 3% Indians.
Far out, I think. It’s Brisbane now.
It’s the future, I tell you.