I left home just after 3.
The plan, perhaps not strictly structured, was simple. Bus to the city (The 315 from Redcliffe, or 690 to Sandgate and train in), then (guided by the internet) the 178 to Holland Park.
It’s ten to 5, after finally finding the bus stop) and I’m still stuck in the city.
Oh well, that job (funeral director assistant didn’t really have my heart. 5 0ocloch sharp they said for a group discussion. On time or zip.
Well at least I have plan B.
I had been invited to some classes. Either Carindale or Hendra; as it was closer to home, I decided Hendra. Carindale was my original, closer to Holland Park destination.
Doomben line from Eagle junction suggested the net.
Stepping off the train I discover theres no Doomben train - not at this time of night. The office is closed but a passing QR employee tells me either to Taxi or take a bus pointing distantly. It’s nearly 7PM – the class is eight.
Walking to check te the timetable.
The sign is just as upside down as my scheduling. A North Quay timetable in Eagle Junction? I don’t think so.
A few minutes to decide, I take the train back to Sandgate. Then theres a 30 minute wait for the bus.
‘Atleast it’s not a ninety minute walk to Woody Point,’ I think as I walk up to Woolworths for an apple.
There are no lights on the old Hornibrook Bridge that have had to trudge on Sunday evenings with no bus after 7.
Probably unsafe, but at least those nights I get to enjoy the pelicans those nights, like white pontoons tralingtheir necks under the road bridge lights.
Al least they aren’t bothered by lost timetables.
