Story Bridge

777 meters stretched across brisbane river

Hello world! Long time no blog.

It was such a mundane and boring weekend except saturday night.

thursday - work

friday - slack for the whole day

saturday - work, got lost in china town

today - work in the afternoon then slack again.

So, on saturday, I worked at night. As usual, after work, I strolled to the bus stop and waited for 475 to P.A hospital, which will bring me straight home. And so, the bus came. I didn't pay attention to where the bus was heading, I just saw the number and boarded the bus. Got myself a place to sit and continue reading my novel. 

After sometime, I realized that the bus was in some ulu-ulu place and it was empty. So i asked the driver where's he heading. Unfortunately, I boarded a wrong bus. It's 475, but there are 2 different 475. One will go to P.A hospital while the other one will go to the city. And, I boarded the 2nd one.

Fortunately, the bus driver was very kind. He drove me back to Chinatown and directed me to the bus stop where I could get the last bus home. So I followed his instruction. By the time I reached the bus stop he mentioned, the last 475 bus to P.A  hospital just left. FUCK! there are no more bus available at that time. No ferry either. Hence, I was left with walking home. I wasn't familiar with china town, so I ended up lost.

China town was really alive at night. Illuminated by the neon lights from night clubs. Techno tunes. Hulk-like security guards in front of each club checking for ID. It's so damn crowded. SO, after meandering through the aisles in chinatown, I finally found the way to the bridge. I was relieved because my house is not far from the other end of the bridge. Found out that yesterday night, I had walked more than 5km. However, a long walk home wasn't bad at all (if wearing a comfortable pair of shoes; I wore kitchen boots, so I ended up with blisters)

Alright. that's all. :]

toodles~