Praise For Late Buses

To get to the family homestead for Christmas, the first step was to catch the bus from my local stop. Knowing the timetable, and how long it takes to walk to the bus stop, i was right on schedule...

Then i realised that carrying all my luggage and a bag of Christmas presents was slowing my pace. While 3pm on a hot summer's day is not the ideal time to do a jog through the neighbourhood while carrying waaay too much stuff - that's what i had to do.

Arriving at the bus stop 1 minute after the scheduled time, the electronic display informed me that i had not missed the bus - but that it would be a couple of minutes late. Just enough time to catch my breath, and have some gratitude for the occassional delay.

Twas Days Before Christmas

Riding my bike along the bicentennial pathway (between coronation drive and the river) i'm getting into top gear and building up some speed, when i hear a "Hello David!" from a passing pedestrian.

It was a friend of mine who had moved to Adelaide a few years ago. Turns out that she (plus hubby & offspring) are moving to Brisbane - which is good news indeed (in my opinion).

Friend (plus child) were headed for the ferry terminal for a 'ride on the river'.

Sunday Night Help

So last night i'm walking home through the suburb of Indooroopilly. A Chinese guy asks me for directions to a bus to the city.

It was hard to describe the bus stop location, so i walked with him (it was kind of on my way). Turns out he's currently doing a PhD at uni - and is living on the northside (which explains the unfamiliarity with westside buses).