The only thing standing between you and me is the bus, baby

I had the day off today, so I decided to go to Sylvia Park because it is a mall and it is shiny and new.

I considered taking the train – the new Sylvia Park station opens today – but it actually looks like going from Mt Eden station Sylvia Park could require three trains, which is, like, totally ridiculous.

So instead I took the 512 bus. It starts off fairly ordinarily – Symonds, Khyber, Broadway, Great South, Main Highway, Ellerlie-Panmure Highway, but then once it hits Mt Wellington, it goes on this dizzying circuit of various suburban streets, including one called Ferndale, which is the fictitious setting of Shortland Street, which makes me think that the bus isn’t actually grinding around the suburban hills, but rather I’ve accidentally jumped across a vortex in the space-time continuum and am in a parallel universe/limbo where I must circle the mean streets of Ferndale South in a bus until finally I get to jump back in to the relative civilisation of Mt Wellington Highway.

Now, when I first visited Sylvia Park a few weeks ago, it was a quiet Friday. The mall felt like a 1960s English Corbusian-inspired housing estate that had been turned into a New Zealand mall, and I was quite excited by it all.

But when I got to Sylvia Park today, I realised I’d made a terrible mistake. It was the school holidays, so the mall was packed with babies&children&teenagers.

Enough Sylvia Park school holidays mayhem! I jumped on the first bus that came along with “DOWNTOWN” on its destination board. What I didn’t realise was that it went to downtown via Panmure, when meant entering a whole other space-time continuum and going on more crazy-ass circuits, past butcher shops that offer discount rates on sausages for sports clubs and hangis.

But as it happened, I’d just signed up with Twitter, so I amused myself by sending progress reports to the interwebs:

Life would be so much easier if I were a shut-in/hermit (hermette?) type.

7 thoughts on “The only thing standing between you and me is the bus, baby”

  1. The alternative is Queen Street, which at the moment is a war zone of diggers, pneumatic drillz, and barriers which make the simple act of walkin’ down the street feel like cattle being herded to the freezing works.

    Ain’t none of those cool pedestrian malls the capital has.

    So a bright, shiny, warm mall is much more appealling than braving the not-so-golden mile.

    Except pneumatic drills are preferable over children.

  2. Actually, it would have only been two trains – Mt Eden to Britomart then Britomart to Sylvia Park. You’ll know better for next time. 😉

  3. I always imagine Ferndale to be Mt. Eden. Except of course there’s like South Ferndale, which is South Auckland. So it’s a very large suburb. Perhaps it is even as large as Karori, New Zealand’s largest suburb.

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