I, personally, in my travels, have never taken advantage of something like that. I have had some interesting times out there, but one incident that I always recall was a time, probably about 15 years ago, I was in DC and I needed to get some documents notarised by a New Zealand passport holder. So I went to the Kiwi pub in New York a couple of days before, and, ironically, there were no Kiwis there. I was in DC a couple of days later, and I looked up and found the New Zealand embassy. And what an oasis of Kiwi-ness in the middle of that mad city was our embassy! The funny thing was, I'd been living in North America, with Canadians and Americans, for a few years—my own accent had started to take on a bit of their timbre—and these Kiwis inside this embassy, I think they only talk to each other, because I got in there and it was just an oasis of flat vowels [Speaks with an exaggerated New Zealand accent] and they're all talking like this. And I thought, what a wonderful thing. The way they had it set up, they had, you know, mist and fern and ponga fronds inside, and they'd really made a great effort of making this oasis of Kiwi-ness. I got there and I found someone that worked there who was obviously a Kiwi, and I got them to notarise my documents and that was all good to go. And then I said, "Well, you know, is there a fee?" And they said, "Oh, look, bugger it, we don't know. We probably should charge it, but we don't know how, so it's on the house." And off I went on my merry way, to continue my exploration of the capital of the United States. It was a good time, made all the richer by being able to visit New Zealand's network of embassies around the world.