For around 6 months of the year, I am one of the sheep in business shirts you see entering their rectangular working receptacles in Perth CBD, Western Australia. Every morning traffic is backed up over the narrow bridge that crosses the river into the city.
I watch the people talking on their phones, picking their noses, and swearing at the cars in front of them as I look up from the book I'm enjoying on the bus. As I walk over the pedestrian overpass I see them circling the carparks and oneway streets looking for the ever dwindling parking space.
I feel a little bit smug as I calculate that parking for one day in the city is $12, while busfare is about $5. Nevermind the fuel and running costs of your average 6-cylinder family wagon.
Watching a bus pass me while walking down the terrace, I notice that it is running on gas not diesel, and I am reminded that the 30-40 other people on the bus with me have saved a heap of carbon monoxide being pumped into the air.
Cameron
Perth, WA
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