JULIA AND I walked hand-in-hand to the shuttle, happy, grubby and exhausted after finishing the glorious Heaphy Track. My head on her shoulder, we were settling in for the drive back to civilisation when the driver, who was 10 or 15 years older than us, struck up a conversation.
Before long, he asked the question: “So, do the two of you have partners waiting for you in Auckland?”
While I was wondering what kind of awkwardness was about to unfold, Julia bravely spoke up. “No,” she said slowly, “we’re each other’s partners.”
“I thought you might be,” he said cheerfully. “I just thought you might!”
If the fear of awkwardness was present before, I was now regretting the hours ahead from which there was no obvious escape.
He pressed on,…
