Lost in Berriedale
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Jem and I had quite an adventure today! I’ve been licensed to drive for nearly a whole calendar, and this is the first time that me and my little car have gotten well and truly lost.
Visiting a sick friend, I set off for Glenorchy. Easy! I could go via the highways, I’ve driven that way before, all good. Also I used to live up the complicated hilly back end of Glenorchy, and I was pretty sure I could find the place.
Could I, ha! I missed the turn off to Glenorchy, kept on down the highway and finally found a turn off somewhere near Berriedale, crawled embarrassed back until I saw something I recognised (Northgate!) and then sidled around until I found something that resembled Tolosa St. Okay then but I was sabotaged by misleading street signs (if you’re on the right street and you see a street sign which has the same street name on it, you assume that’s the way you’re supposed to go, right?) but eventually made my destination in one piece. (I um had to practice turning around a LOT)
My hostess gave some helpful suggestions as to an easier route home, but I was convinced I could manage. HA HA HA. Eventually in the maze of complicated street signs and wrong way arrows, I resorted to the Dirk Gently method of following a car that looks like it knows where it’s going. The first one gave me the slip by lurching into a carpark, but the second led me beautifully all the way to the highway.
Douglas Adams, always handy in a jam! Thanks also to the Radio Free Skaro boys, who kept me sane and entertained on my much-longer-than-expected journey.