a week by the coast; riding along with the heathland on my right and the open ocean roaring on my left. sailing down wide empty roads, apart from the times 4wds/tradey vans/clueless Swedish tourists in hire campers try to sideswipe me. clouds and mist rolling over the hills, wetting me and rolling on. bright spots of sun out to sea. the Big Hill near Lorne (99 metres above sea level). almost making it to Lorne but not quite. riding an hour return each morning to get the paper.


...and this morning home. stopped at Docklands to swig aspirin water (have done my shoulder in) and stare at the murky water, missing the ocean. turned back and there was an old green and yellow W-class tram rattling down the Bourke St extension. it stopped and the driver actually turned the destination roll (white sans serif capital letters on a black waxy canvas) through all the suburbs - Elsternwick, South Melbourne Beach and so on...to Not In Service. and off it clanked.

coming back along the railway line near the zoo; two Chinese people, male and female, doing stretches that involved putting their arms out stiffly and waving them about. resisted the urge to wave back. but I waved on the inside.

this morning have a seminar in town. tossing up tramming in or just being very Melbourne and locking my bike up outside the State Library for the day.