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Toasting the right side of the face through the rail bus window, the ride to Como is still early enough for the sun to heat up the neck. Sharp taste of pain as the heat bears down with streams of sweat remarkably staying out of the eyes. Hint of salt and the slightest opening is enough to wish for blood.
Obscene levels of hills and curves dove and weave inside and out of themselves around Como. Orientation according to the map only going so far as one side. The other, a wayward walk talking at least fifteen minutes to correct. An elderly man offering assistance suddenly turns tail to run the other way when the chance to thank comes up.
Carina Bay Reserve. A park with beaten paths and rocks ready to crack snap ankles. Empty save for the man in a black tracksuit with no pants chasing his dog. A lot more yellow on the green than green on the rock and dirt. Footing gets tricky making the climb to the exit and dog do bin.
Oyster Bay Drive is a wandering road with too many cars lining the sides. Walking all over the grass the only safe option, the gutter all gone and blind spots for the ready. Straight on through, the advice from the old man earlier is a little misleading. Shooting straight past the Georges River Soccer Club, all the way to the end of the road to a man raking leaves.
With no other soccer club on the drive, it becomes apparent that twenty minutes passes pretty quick. Cricketers playing in the field and the J in front of the sign making it all seem like another club house entirely.
Back and forth at ten minutes a misdirection, all over the area of Como and Oyster Bay. A journey out from the docks at 14:00 calls in with the food and people at 16:40.
Sunday, 12 February 2006 - 19:08
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