Last Tuesday after dropping D off at uni I found myself having to kill time (this is not uncommon for me). What could I possibly do to occupy a precious hour?
Sleep...
I drove into the grounds of Centennial Park, choosing to drive right into its heart.
Heaven.
No bike riders, or horse riders. Just shade and peace.
zZzZzzz...
(An hour passes)...
I awake to find the sun had gone down and it was time for me to attend TAFE. I slowly start the car and drive toward the exit.
Sign - This gate closes at 4:00PM everyday...
Weird... Keep driving...
Next Sign - This gate closes at sunset everyday..
Weird... Keep driving...
I think you get the drift. I kept driving around the park, only to find that
1. All were closed
2. I'd already checked all the gates three times
3. They were still closed
4. I've lapped the cyclists (who were probably laughing at me)
5. I'm trapped
6. I'm out of cigarettes
In that order...
Out of desperation I followed any side roads leading off the main route within Centennial Park.
*Hooray*
By chance I stumbled across an exit out of the most obscure byway in the compound.
Needless to say, I'm never going to do that again.
