Thursday, July 14, 2005

 

In the city

Soundtrack: "Salt Rain" by Susheela Raman

Good morning this morning.

Yesterday: what a palaver. I thought that having just sat around the house the previous day that it was about time that I ventured into the city. Michael had given me the vaguest instructions ever for getting into town: "Just search for the Queensland Transport site on the Internet, and they'll tell you what to do. They've got maps and everything." Maps my arse. So anyway, he'd driven us past the bus stop the night before, and I thought I could remember how to get there without a map, so after looking up the bus times, I set off in good time for the next bus, leaving Wendouree Crescent. After walking around for twenty minutes, I came back to Wendouree Crescent, but a different entrance. Wank! It hadn't occurred to me that it was actually a crescent, and I'd just walked in a big circle. I decided to return to base and had a peruse on multimap.com.au to figure out exactly where I was going. I ended up at a completely different bus stop to the one we'd driven past, but it was okay, because it was still on the same route, and this one was actually much easier to get to.

That over with, I finally caught the bus into town, one lunch and two hours later. [I'm still eating dip sandwiches, bytheway, but with olive ham and cheese as well. It's because the butter's rock solid and it's easier just to use the dip instead.] I like Brisbane. Maybe it's because it's sunny, which is just such a change to SA and NSW, and it feels like a proper summer holiday now. Everything's very new here, because Queensland was the last state to be properly colonised. Basically, Brisbane is just a big swamp, but you know those pioneers, they'd build stuff on anything. The Brisbane river runs right through downtown, and I spent a goodly proportion of the afternoon just strolling along it, which was lovely. I also had a walk around the city centre (but no more shopping for me) and I pre-bought my copy of HP6, then it was time to go home because I was exhausted, suffering the effects of cricket lag. Just as well I've got a week to recover before the First Test starts, then, eh?

Renee cooked us rogan josh for dinner, which was totally totally ace. I've been eating predominantly Chinese food since mid-May, what with Uncle Peter's restaurant in Adelaide (rich food that makes you dread to think of it after a while) and Aunty Ivy's traditional Chinese cooking in Sydney (lots of bones bones bones, which I got fed up of after a while, because I just wanted to eat, instead of choke. It tasted great, though, and it was free, so I can't really complain). But anyway, after that, it was nice to taste something different, for a change.

I installed my hit counter thing yesterday, and I was amazed by the quirky little things thrown up by StatCounter. For instance, I didn't even realise that this blog was read by any search engines, but my "Leaving Adelaide" post came up in a search for Foxtel, oddly enough. It's a funny old thing, this Internet malarky.

Comments:
I have 1200 hits now. Woohoo. About 1200 more than I deserve. Recent visits from England, Wales, New York, Sri Lanka, 'Bangkok, US' (?), and 'Manly, Australia'. Hehe.
 
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