Pick a Bus, Any Bus

I had an idea. After seeing the map of bus routes which resembled a rainbow spider web more than anything coherent, I wanted to hop on one and see where in the web I might find myself.

So Vince and I picked one. The number 60 to Parklands. Sounds like an excellent adventure right? Parklands.

We passed a few exotic places only to eventually see a small dune blocking any possible view with signs posted saying "Beach Access." Yes.

We hopped off and sprinted up. We were rewarded with this sight.


It was deserted. It was breathtaking. It needed a conscious mind to observe it. So we walked, examining shells, odd sites, anything really.


The remains of a prehistoric marine apex predator.


A happy man.

We soon stumbled upon a small group of trees - a perfect fort. Many of these trees offered their branches to our feet...so we politely accepted the invitation.





After refueling on chicken, pasta, and mango at the local cafe we decided that, surely, there must be some more quests in this area.

As we stepped onto the beach again, an objective showed itself. Down the coastline, perhaps a couple miles of way was a pier reaching out into the ocean. We walked with purpose.






Maybe what we found instead was peace.