I was at my physical fittest when I walked for forty minutes to work and the same amount home again every day. Increasing living costs and a change of employer has led to living further out from the city and a reliance on public transport. I try to incorporate some exercise into my journey by catching the bus from a stop further from home, walking for longer than is necessary between buses and getting off early on the return trip.
As the start of a new academic year looms my thoughts are taken up with how to avoid the morning frustration of having to wait for ten to twenty minutes for the express bus from Central Railway Station. The queue stretches around a quarter of Belmore Park to facilitate the transportation of ten plus thousand students each morning.
There are a few options available to me, including a ten minute walk down the road to catch the 370. The route is picturesque, zigzagging from Leichhardt, through Annandale and Glebe to Newtown. As the total journey time can take over one hour on one bus I opt for a split journey that includes joining the 370 later along its meandering path.
This morning leaving the house at 8:15, I catch the bus from the stop nearest home on the Parramatta Road. Alighting at around 8:30, I walk a few steps along Mallet Street to be greeted by the familiar sound of song birds that reside in the area. Also, the electric buzz of cicadas in the trees of Camperdown Park; it’s going to be a hot day!
Being on a schedule I refrain from stopping to take pictures every few steps as I rediscover the quiet backstreets of Newtown. Row upon row of simple Victorian terraced houses squeezed into every available space and pockets of vegetation jostling for a spot to burst forth.
When I reach King Street I am confronted by the thunder of cars, buses and trucks speeding towards the city. This is an aspect of the suburb I don’t miss.
Taking my place in the shade of the awning I forget to look around to check if it’s safe to stop. The look on the face of a young skateboarder barely missing me lets me know that it was not.
The journey from Newtown to work usually takes twenty minutes. Queuing for the traffic lights as we approach Botany Road in Alexandria has quickly eaten into this overly ambitious target. I reach work at 9:50, an hour after boarding the bus. Even though I managed to take a rather lovely twenty minute walk the outcome of my experiment was disappointing. Maybe I can improve on the overall time by setting out earlier from home.
13 thoughts on “Experimental walk”
The photo is intriguing!
I tried to capture the prevalence of greenery in a very urban setting.
it worked! I like it!
Thank you for letting me know, I’m pleased you liked it 😊
lovely to see that green in the inner city isn’t it 🙂 (hope the new trees in our street go in soon!)
crazy how long it takes (and in this heat!) to get to work via public transport – when it’s not really that far…
We have looked into moving closer to work however, the rents are more expensive than the amount I would save in travelling, what a predicament 😐
I know what you mean. I remember it took my daughter forever to get there too from here…with a change of buses on the way as well.
We have a car to drive into Nashville where some of our grandchildren and many of our doctors are. But timing is everything. It’s a half hour difference if we can get on the Interstate Highway in between the rush hours. The driving into the larger city has become more nerve wracking as we have aged. Don’t think it’s all because we are getting slower. The traffic has increased greatly and people do seem to be in a bigger hurry.
I enjoyed the walking part you described. I felt like I was there too. Thanks for taking me with you.
I am having spinal fusion surgery in two weeks. So hoping walking will be fun again by April and May when our weather is delightful and everything is blooming. It’s been years since I could walk very far without pain. A bit scared about the surgery. All prayers greatly appreciated.
The traffic and driver impatience has increased here too. I was hoping I would take readers on the walk with me. Thank you for letting me know you came with me. My thoughts and prayers are with you, Eileen.
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