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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Friday 16 May 2008 (Day View)

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16.05.2008 – Friday 16 May – Traffic

Morning

• I drove Bronwen back to her place, and did some shopping down there.

Midday

• Raymond and I had Hungry Jack’s for lunch.

Afternoon

• I’ve just been stuck in traffic for nearly an hour. I drove Stella to Griffith/South Bank Campus, with Raymond. Traffic there was fine. I attempted to drive back over the William Jolly/Grey Street Bridge, but traffic was not moving that way. It wasn’t just slow, it wasn’t actually moving. After being stuck at an intersection for several light changes with absolutely no movement, I managed to escape and sat at the river for a while with Raymond, who wisely chose to walk to a City Cat to get home. I then tried the Victoria Bridge, which was moving, but incredibly slowly. It took so long to get to the start of the bridge that I escaped via the South Bank parklands car park and headed south, avoiding the expressway entirely and driving through the city via the Story Bridge, which was fine. It took a little over an hour to drop Stella off at uni—and, ironically, I picked her up again as I was driving south, having wasted over 45 minutes trying to cross William Jolly and Victoria Bridges.