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TRAVEL: WILL THERE BE PJS?
Murrays up the Hume
The day was restless. I had a long list of things to do and check and pack. Not to mention tidying my office, as my wretch of a wife has long promised that if I didn’t keep it neat and tidy and clean, she’d do it for me while I was away on the other side of the world somewhere.
By the end of the day, I cannot say that it is perfect but at least it is not quite so much a disgrace. I’ve even chucked a few things away instead of merely rearranging the clutter. Unfortunately, I don’t have any photographs to show. Sorry.
A quick ride into Civic to buy some trakkie dacks. These will serve in Finland as both sports attire and PJs. Plus they will also do for parktun during a Canberra winter which seems to work out to be the same as a Finland spring, weather-wise.
Cramming everything I need into my bags is a struggle. I weigh everything individually and calculate that I’ve come in just under 23 kilos. Still, I have to leave more books behind than I really want.
I manage a catnap but that will have to do me. With the bus leaving at 0100 the next morning, I dare not go to sleep in the evening. I’d be worried about sleeping through multiple alarms and that would ensure I got no good sleep at all. I’ve been there before, you see!
Eventually, it is time to go. Midnight and I drag my bags out. Whistle up an Uber, five minutes to the bus terminal, I can be there in…
