Here's something nice and true: driving home from work in Melbourne city the other night, at a cross road with 5 roads and 2 tram lines, this guy, bedraggled, maybe 40 years old and worse for wear, was trying to get across the intersection. He didn't need any help crossing the road, but he was just so very very slow with elements of Korsakoff syndrome in his gait and a face that looked just like florid Meth...so, everyone, and I mean everyone, just stopped. No one went to help him because he didn't need any help, he was just really really slow in getting from one side of the road to the other...5 minutes. Everyone stopped. The traffic lights changed and then changed back again, and then again, and again, and again. No one honked horns. No one complained. He eventually got to the other side. There are some very nice things about Melbourne folk. Respect for the human journey.