Saturday, March 13, 2004
All roads lead to Dulwich Hill
I'm not much of a mystic, but I'm sure that some higher power is calling me to Dulwich Hill. Twice in three days I've accidentally ended up there. The first time, I was waiting for the bus at uni. For once, the 423 was immediately there. The stop was blocked by a car, so the driver stopped a little distance away. I assumed that once the car was out of the way, he was going to get nearer to let us get on. Nope. The driver just drove away, leaving me and about three other passengers staring in disbelief. Well, c'est la vie, I told myself, and waited for the next one. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. When the next bus finally came, I jumped on impatiently...without looking carefully at the number: 428. About six stops after I started wondering how was it that Marrickville had changed so drastically since my last trip, I got off at Dulwich Hill.The second time, I was on the train from Redfern. I woke up from my daydream to find that the train was pulling out of my stop. Next station: Dulwich Hill.
Public transport works in mysterious ways.
*It just occured to me that this is no longer really a Melbourne blog, and I therefore have no right to be on the ring...but a) I am now scared of touching my template since my comments disappeared and b) I'm a Melbourne girl at heart.
# posted at 2:41 pm
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