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Fuck! I hate Brisbane's transport system

It usually takes me 5 to 10 minutes to get from work to home.

This evening it took 45. Fuck!

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paradigmshifty
Mar. 9th, 2005 01:26 am (UTC)
You'll forgive me if I show little sympathy - that's been my daily commute each way for 5 years now, in both Brisbane or Melbourne. And that's on a good day...
mareth_redorb
Mar. 9th, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC)
It takes me 45 minutes by car, which is expensive. It would halve my costs to go by train, but then it's a two hour trip each way, or I could pay about $2 a day and catch a bus which is more direct than the trains but the trip would take four hours each way. If you only have to spend 45 minutes on a trip home once every now and then be grateful.
designadrug
Mar. 9th, 2005 02:29 pm (UTC)
14km, 40 minute commute on a typical day.

Mean velocity = 21km/h

And that's ALL in 70 and 80 zones.

And I know for a fact that in this city I have it easy.
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