My train hit a cow on my way home from the ocean today which started a whole chain of events so I am 98% delirious. - Eh. What??
Haha, yeaaaahhh. Nothing really went according to plan, but I did still have a good time? I was planning on spending the 2.5 days in the water out at Port Campbell on the Great Ocean Road, but it stormed all weekend, then the sharks came in, and then I went to do some bush walking instead, but there were a lot of snakes, so instead I went antiquing and bought some cute second-hand things and drank way too much, which was still pretty fun, but not really what I’d planned at all.
Port Campbell’s about a three hour drive from my house, but I prefer to catch the train because I usually write on it + my car is extremely old and I don’t like driving very much. Anyway, we got on the train at Camperdown today (which is basically cattle country) to come home, made it one stop, and a cow had managed to wander onto the tracks and um.
It did not end well for the cow.
We all had to get off, but then they only sent one bus to pick everyone up because they’d forgotten we needed to be socially distanced because - y’know - global pandemic. They then wanted us to wait until the next day to catch a new train home because there were only seven of us left, but the other passengers and I somehow managed to talk them into sending a second bus so we could get home today.
We still had to wait there for two hours for the bus to arrive though, and the backdrop was just them cleaning the cow off the train. THEN this other passenger had this huge ugly rage fit about the whole situation because he said his wife was going to divorce him if he didn’t get home tonight, and just started yelling at everyone saying it was all our fault (???) until his friend took him for a walk. Then the bus arrived, but instead of taking us back to Melbourne like they said they were going to, they dropped us at the Geelong train station (which is about an hour out of Melbourne) and the ticket person got mad at us because our tickets weren’t for leaving Geelong, they were for leaving Camperdown, and THEN we had a lot of teenage boys on my train who were awful, and played the train running game?
I don’t know if that’s a thing in other parts of the world, but it’s where when the train stops at a station, you jump off and run down the platform to the carriage at the back of the train and try to get on it before the train leaves again. Anyway, a bunch of boys were doing this back and forth for the entire hour until the last few stops where they were obviously too tired, and one of them got stuck in the train door and the rest of them furiously started throwing things at the train instead??
We managed to pull the kid through the door though at least and he seemed bruised but unharmed?
Anyway, my three hour train trip became a six hour train-bus-train trip and it kind of sucked a bit. This was like, my first real trip out into the world post the lockdown here too, and - -
