Commuting
Whenever I am asked if I am enjoying working in Darwin, I reply, "My bike ride to work is amazing!"
And it really is.
The journey only takes about 10 minutes. After riding to the end of my street, I turn down a gravel track through the bush to the hospital. As Jason says, "You're practically mountain-biking!" Huge trees tower over the path to the left, and fronds of native grass brush against my legs. There are two wooden bridges crossing the creek.
I travel east in the early morning and west in the evening, so I'm always heading towards the rising or setting sun.
One Friday afternoon during the wet season I road home through a thunderstorm. It was a truly impressive storm. The lightening was so bright it hurt my eyes. I'd decided to take the bush track home because I thought I'd be more likely to be struck by lightening along the main road. But I hadn't really thought it through. One of bridges was in flood and I pedalled frantically across hoping I wouldn't be swept into the open jaws of a crocodile.
Much of the path was flooded too. At some parts the water was so high that my pedals were submerged at their lowest clip.
I hadn't considered the big open clearings between the trees until I raced across them perched upon a lightening rod.
I arrived home sweaty, spattered with mud and feeling extremely alive. Jason laughed at me.
And it really is.
The journey only takes about 10 minutes. After riding to the end of my street, I turn down a gravel track through the bush to the hospital. As Jason says, "You're practically mountain-biking!" Huge trees tower over the path to the left, and fronds of native grass brush against my legs. There are two wooden bridges crossing the creek.
I travel east in the early morning and west in the evening, so I'm always heading towards the rising or setting sun.
One Friday afternoon during the wet season I road home through a thunderstorm. It was a truly impressive storm. The lightening was so bright it hurt my eyes. I'd decided to take the bush track home because I thought I'd be more likely to be struck by lightening along the main road. But I hadn't really thought it through. One of bridges was in flood and I pedalled frantically across hoping I wouldn't be swept into the open jaws of a crocodile.
Much of the path was flooded too. At some parts the water was so high that my pedals were submerged at their lowest clip.
I hadn't considered the big open clearings between the trees until I raced across them perched upon a lightening rod.
I arrived home sweaty, spattered with mud and feeling extremely alive. Jason laughed at me.
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