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29.11.2006 – Wednesday 29 November – The Borat Saga, Part 2
- • The air has evaporated and there’s just heat left.
- Evening
- • The Borat drama continues. Maz and I drove to the “Creative Commons Salon” at QUT’s funny arty Kelvin Grove campus, meeting Bronwen there, arriving around six. Shortly before seven, Bronwen and I decided the Creative Commons event was nearly over, and we’d leave to go see Borat.
Unfortunately, instead of catching a bus from the bus way stop, we decided there was a Normanby train station nearby, and headed off to find it. It became more and more obvious that there wasn’t a train station nearby when we became stuck on the wrong side of the freeway and the train line was on the other side, and when we ended up a fair way down a road that was going roughly the opposite direction to that we wanted to go.
At around the same time the movie started, we got to the Normanby bus station (which was not close, and not a train station), all hot and sweaty from rushing. We then walked home, having again missed the movie.
To make it even worse, I then checked online, and found that the Creative Commons Salon essentially started at seven—the period we’d stayed for was just the boring introduction speeches—so not only did we miss that, but we missed the movie too. Oh, and tonight was the last night the movie was showing at the large screen.