My wife and I moved from pre-handover Hong Kong to Dunedin, New Zealand, back on Remembrance Day of 1993. I had got a job at the Otago law school. We stayed eleven years before moving to Brisbane. It was a wonderful place to live and to work – no overbearing university bureaucracy, a law school that made important decisions for itself (which never once has happened in my entire time in Australia), no insane one-size-fits-all, top-down uni ethos, and a broad range of viewpoints and political perspectives on campus.
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