I had another attempt at catching a tram to town again today. As per the other two days the tram trundled off down the road just as I appeared at the end of the lane. No worries I thought. Another tram will appear in 15 or 30 minutes. Every so often I though I could see one coming but after a while I concluded I had my tram tinted glasses on because none materialised. An hour later I was still standing there. I did get a little concerned when one did not come the other way.
There were lot of interesting things to see while I waited. One man flagged down about eight buses before he found one he wanted. That was fairly entertaining. A didi went past on her bike and I hoped her sari did not get caught in the chain. One does not see many women either on bikes or motorbikes. I wished at the time I had a pen and paper on me because exactly what I knew would happen has happened- I have forgotten all the other amusing sights on display.
I caught the metro into town and visited the Oxford Bookshop for old times sake. Harper Lee's new book which follows on from To Kill a Mockingbird, my favouritist book of all time after the Bible, was there for about $20. I resisted the temptation to buy it because I am fast running out of room in my pack. Someone keeps buying bargains. I wandered upstairs and smelt coffee. I followed my nose to the end of the room and there was a café. There didn't appear to be a nice toilet accompanying it but I had a coffee anyway. It did smell good. There was a blueberry muffin there. I asked the man if it would be as good as a NZ one and he said no. He suggested I buy the English tea cake instead. I asked him if it was as good as the cake in England and he seemed to think it was. However, it did not look as good as my fruitcake at home so I successfully fought off temptation again.
Naan bread was off the menu at The New Regent hotel. It was also off the menu at the next place I tried. That was a little disappointing so I went and had a coffee at my café. And behold a piece of brownie waved at me so I had that for lunch.
I went to the place where I knew the trams stopped but I was not game to take the one I rode on the other day which only went part way. I kept waiting for the one I hoped would take me to the end of my lane but I couldn't figure it out. Another hour of tram spotting passed and in the end I caught the metro home again.
There were lot of interesting things to see while I waited. One man flagged down about eight buses before he found one he wanted. That was fairly entertaining. A didi went past on her bike and I hoped her sari did not get caught in the chain. One does not see many women either on bikes or motorbikes. I wished at the time I had a pen and paper on me because exactly what I knew would happen has happened- I have forgotten all the other amusing sights on display.
I caught the metro into town and visited the Oxford Bookshop for old times sake. Harper Lee's new book which follows on from To Kill a Mockingbird, my favouritist book of all time after the Bible, was there for about $20. I resisted the temptation to buy it because I am fast running out of room in my pack. Someone keeps buying bargains. I wandered upstairs and smelt coffee. I followed my nose to the end of the room and there was a café. There didn't appear to be a nice toilet accompanying it but I had a coffee anyway. It did smell good. There was a blueberry muffin there. I asked the man if it would be as good as a NZ one and he said no. He suggested I buy the English tea cake instead. I asked him if it was as good as the cake in England and he seemed to think it was. However, it did not look as good as my fruitcake at home so I successfully fought off temptation again.
Naan bread was off the menu at The New Regent hotel. It was also off the menu at the next place I tried. That was a little disappointing so I went and had a coffee at my café. And behold a piece of brownie waved at me so I had that for lunch.
I went to the place where I knew the trams stopped but I was not game to take the one I rode on the other day which only went part way. I kept waiting for the one I hoped would take me to the end of my lane but I couldn't figure it out. Another hour of tram spotting passed and in the end I caught the metro home again.
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