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Press, 17 March 1987, Page 38

One of the many rewarding aspects of travelling around Europe and elsewhere is meeting . other Kiwis on one’s travels. They turn up in some unusual places: my family in the last 18 1 months has come across < others,-from home in Lapland, Moscow, Egypt, i on an Israeli kibbutz, in Helsinki, Paris, Bruges, Mexico and Vancouver—not to mention almost every day in London.

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it is the warmth and openness, the easy-going manner, the friendliness —the basic human decency of: them still shin-. ing out, I .suppose—that sets them apart ’ - Not just Kiwis still show those attributes, of course. One sees them in Aussles, too, in a slightly louder style, and in many individuals .from every nation. But people from most other countries rarely have the spontaneous warmth, trust

■nd friendliness that one Kiwi invariably find# id another when far front home. Three young Aucklanders, my wife, son and I met at the airport at Agadir in southern Morocco recently turned a cool day into- a warm memory. Matt and- Rob “ ‘ ’ were there to see off Rob’s girlfriend Keiran, She was off ski-ing in Switzerland; they were to continue surfing their way down the west

Afrlcau coast to Senegal. Ordinary Kfiri* .In their< taltkMs, they were. sort arouhtf muener, the , world, living cheap and haidtai.-a.WL-.^i;- a/.,,, Like all the others, they, were thoroughly en-. j joying the experience hew people and places. And, just like the others, they , would be coining home one day.