So Sydney, back in Bathurst, and finally getting around to catching up with everything.
Also remembered something really important I had to do today before the weekend and forgot, and now it’s too late. OH DAMN IT!
Last day in Bathurst before Sydney, I rode up to Mule’s place, a gradual uphill distance of about 2km, then we walked another few kilometres up to Charles Sturt University at the foot of Mount Panorama, overlooking Bathurst, and back again. When I rode home, it was to find our world had been overtaken by pigeons:
Picture of the Day 64: Pigeon Kingdom
Which reminds me. Ryan and I once visited Annie’s Ice Cream Parlour here in Bathurst, and we both got a blueberry flavoured ice cream. I don’t know what was in that ice cream, but it was bright purple, and for about half an hour after we ate it, things got weird. Really weird. We swore the pigeon near us in the park was a Pigeon Wizard, who would wear the ice cream cone of his head to become the greatest of all pigeons, and trot around in his little cap casting spells on all humans. Then Ryan pointed out that the flowers had faces, and things got even stranger…
Moral of the story: don’t operate heavy machinery under the influence of ice cream.