Enroute Dunedin, NZ
The Great Kiwi Roadtrip continues!!
We make it a habit of reporting things to the highway patrol. This mostly started when Tiffany and Greg’s Mom teamed up on him and forced him to quit stopping for motorists on the side of the highway. If someone looks like they are broken down but not in immediate danger, they reasoned, it is much safer simply to use a cell phone to report it to the highway patrol than to stop in the middle of nowhere and put yourself at the potential mercy of a carjacker.
The reason we bring this up is when we called in a broken down car to the NZ police, they asked us where it was. To which Tiffany replied that it was on the interstate southbound a few kilometers from whatever exit we had just passed.
Tiffany was very proud of herself, incidentally. Using kilometers in conversation.
The police operator chucked and immediately asked if Tiffany was from the States. A bit confused, (she’d used kilometers!) she replied, “Why, yes. Did you guess that from my accent?”
“No, this is New Zealand. We don’t have interstates here.”
