Now here is a great idea, let your phone go out of battery, get on a scooter, fill up on petrol, drive to cool unseen places and take photos. Freedom is one word for it.
Check out the cool photos.
I headed around to to Oriental parade and thought of heading up the to the top of Mt Vic somehow. when I got there I checked out the big orange tower and other insignificant things that were lying around. Including vomit I narrowly avoided stepping in, beer bottles, the orange paint brush used to paint the tower and then discarded, wires, devilish shadows, a discarded rug that looks like a dead animal, spray painted pole creatures, triangular monuments, and landscapes.
I especially like #18 as it is a peculiar sight, a body of water, some land, another body of water, and more land.
I have a mild fascination with discarded objects, especially things which look like something they are not like the rug in #14.
A Comic Tale:
The other word for it is stupidity
The rest of the day turned into a bit of a shambles. I had my camera inside the scooters seat compartment, a bag on my back, a helmet and gloves to take care of and when trying to sort all of this out after taking a few pictures, what should happen but for me to lock the scooter key inside of the seat compartment.
On top of Mt Victoria with a dead cellphone and no one to help what was there to do but to coast down to Newtown on a lifeless scooter, occasionally kicking for a bit of extra momentum.
At the bottom I borrow a cellphone at Z service station and called the AA who wouldn't help.
I found a nearby mechanics and borrow a screwdriver, hoping either to use it as a makeshift key or pry open the seat, in the end I just got angry, yanking the seat up a notch and shoving my hand in, bruising my wrist, but luckily snagging the key so I could open up the seat and start the ignition, just in time to head home and make dinner.
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