I heard that transgirls STILL cannot self-reproduce: so they can’t be hermaphrodites! 
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Still waiting for my first Koala, I’ve got a 30 foot 4 trunk eucalyptus tree in the garden just waiting for its first guest. 
BTW @les_sylphides the coach we had to Pakistan looked like a longer version of that blue Regent Mk.V, though it wasn’t a half cab, and it was green, but apart from that…
Yes they look more like it though I don’t remember the opening screens of the middle one.
You kick yourself don’t you, all the things you didn’t do when life was young and exciting. I kept in short lived contact with friends I made on the coach who also were heading for Australia.
An Australian invited me to his family home for a meal and I found them very correct and proper in their conduct, not what we think of normally of the so-called devil may care attitude we think of Aussies.
A young Canadian couple, she was pregnant and their child was born in Sydney. I went to their flat on the north shore and we had a great time, but never met again.
A young bloke, English but who had wandered in the Canadian wilderness and at one point had a very lonely job as a fire watcher up a tower. He had to go down to a railway line from time to time to collect his rations which were left at speed in a basket on a pole from a passing train. He had to keep an eye out for bears who wanted to steal his grub. He found work as a surveyor in Melbourne, I went to meet him but was diverted and we never met again.
Yes, that’s one of the strange things about wanderlust. Sometimes we pass like ships in the night; at others we briefly share the same berths and occasionally make a lasting friendship. And even those may only endure as long-distance acquaintances. Hey ho. But I do take my hat off you for co-driving one of those to Lahore! As they like to say nowadays: respect, man! 
Tally-ho old chap, how posh. 
No way I’d pass my test in a coach, terrible with a rigid, terrible with my car in the supermarket 
Stuff above looks a good laugh though, proper adventure. Different times 
One of the problems the owner had was he couldn’t master double declutching, the other was he didn’t understand the principle of changing down on declines, thus the first prevented the second. 
As a result, somewhere in the mountains of Turkey we were whistling down a long grade with smoke trailing from the wheels. 
The other driver got to him first and shoved him out of the way to take the seat. I think he managed to get down one gear before spotting a large dusty parking with a slight upgrade to it in front a closed resto. He steered onto that, threw the wheel hard towards the gradient and yanked on the handbrake. The result was we finally came to a halt in a cloud of dust and facing the way we’d come. A shortish break was required to cool the brakes and calm the populace.
@star_down_under It wasn’t posh at all, right down by the water almost under the Harbour Bridge, a tiny little bedsit. But they were 3 very happy little Canadians. 
@md1987 Once, in a fit of madness, I took a test with Nottingham Transport, buses. Off we went in an Atlantean and all went fine, he was very impressed by my faultless mirrors only reverse round a corner keeping equal distant from the kerb, but when we got back he said ‘sorry, you’ve failed, you clipped a kerb going round a corner’. In vain I pointed out that I wasn’t accustomed to sitting in front of the front wheels but it did no good and I trudged away muttering darkly ‘didn’t want to drive your rotten buses anyway’. 
And it was true, couldn’t think of anything more boring.
When we left Nottingham in March 1961 the most modern buses there were Leyland PD2s. When we revisited a couple of years later there was all sorts of new-fangled equipment like AEC Renowns and, God forbid, bland futuristic Atlantians! Even worse, they’d changed the livery to half cream / half green. I was glad to return to the south where we still had pre-war buses grumbling round the coast and countryside