The drive
It was pouring and took us an hour to get to the Hume, it was interesting to find out Judi was scared of Brunswick, of its dank, old and Turkish neighbourhood. When we passed the best Roti in Melbourne, Bismi, all we did was to watch the shop fade in the rear view mirror, failed to taste the fresh made roti and nann. Didn’t really find a good place to eat dinner, stopped middle of no where, in a crowded diner, the smell of fried grease dense in the air. Settled with a hamburger with no where to sit, we found our way back on the Hume. It was like getting a car wash every time overtaking one of those huge interstate eighteen wheelers, the new Honda Accord which I borrowed from my father made it a little safer. We arrived at bright, at about 10:30pm, in the heavy rain, with strong doubts about the weather ahead, we tucked in early.
posted by Glue TRF @ 5:49 PM
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