Really, I’m grateful that there is ample and easily accessible public transportation in Melbourne. Without it, we would be stuck out in our suburb with no way to get around. That being said, let’s just say that the passengers here are sometimes just as crazy/gross/bizarre as they are in San Francisco. Last weekend when Rob and I went downtown, the greasy and drunk 40 something couple in front of us kissed the entire ride. It was not romantic. Then on the way home I watched a woman in a big green floppy hat eat an entire French baguette with her mouth open. Most people are quiet, odorless and unassuming, but they are not the interesting ones.