Whew, indeed. 1108kms today, straight down the coast from Wollongong to the Island via the centre of Melbourne to deliver some packages to my son who lives there. All up, including having tea with him at a nice restaurant around the corner from his apartment, 16 hours. Car went well, amazing fuel consumption as it always does on a trip and no dramas at all (apart from my GPS trying to make me take the Tollway out of Melbourne, but I soon showed it who’s boss)
Constantly amazed at the number of motorists who don’t understand what “Keep left unless overtaking” means. Ignorant or illiterate or a combination of both, I think.
Got to the house in Cowes where I’m staying and, after letting myself in, I realised that there was no electricity. Quick hunt around outside with the torch and I found the fuse box and turned on all the circuit breakers. Then I went to refill my water bottle….mmm, no water, either. So, if you had happened down the little street where the house is at around 2145 tonight you’d have seen one very tired little traveller searching through the front garden (which is overgrown with agapanthus plants) trying to find the water metre. Took a while, but me and my little torch got the job done.
I’m hot and stinky (was 33 degrees in Melbourne today and the aircon isn’t working in the Calibra at the moment) and I’d love to have a shower, but, since I only just turned the electricity on, I guess the shower will have to wait until tomorrow.
BIG day tomorrow. Pick up my Press Accreditation and start hustling around for interviews. Terrified, to be honest. Not sure how easy/difficult it will be to get access to the “stars”. Oh well, my good mate Troy Corser is going to be there so that’s one almost sure interview anyway.
Better hit the sack. By this time tomorrow night I should know whether I’m going to qualify as a REAL reporter or just a pretend one.
Nite.
