Mar 2019, Canberra, ACT
When our GPS ‘Gabbi Garmin’ died recently we didn’t rush to replace her. Afterall we were only going on a short trip, up the New South Wales south coast and possibly heading back to Melbourne down the Hume Highway. “Hey, we know those roads well.” Or so we thought.
There was a possibility of visiting Canberra that became stronger as we travelled north. A chance to catch up on the visit that we missed out on last Christmas when I was still getting used to my new eyes after cataract surgery. I’m sure only those who are on the road permanently or for much of the year would understand this logic and the way that towns and places come to mind and start calling ever louder. Is that how the legend of sirens began?
Thus, Canberra’s siren song became louder and we found ourselves, one tired driver, one frustrated navigator and Mrs Google Maps tinny little voice on the phone all shouting at each other as we cruised around Canberra in ever diminishing circles. Cursing. Yes, cursing even though we are fans of Walter Burley Griffin’s impressive city design and once lived in and loved an estate designed by him. Oh Canberra, must it always be this way?