To be fair, in most of Western Europe its hard to get lost in the oh-shit-I-have-only-three-days-of-water-left kinda way. In Canada, that’s just getting off the bus a stop too late. Maybe all this condensed people-y bits here feel like some kind of curious theme park to them. Walk around all day, get hungry at about four in the afternoon, have a waffle at one of the stands, walk home.
I used to wait for the school bus at the top of the Great Dividing Range, on a road next to a mailbox. The mailbox was for a property at least fifteen minutes walk away.
This was at age 10. And it was totally normal in country Australia.
To be fair, in most of Western Europe its hard to get lost in the oh-shit-I-have-only-three-days-of-water-left kinda way. In Canada, that’s just getting off the bus a stop too late. Maybe all this condensed people-y bits here feel like some kind of curious theme park to them. Walk around all day, get hungry at about four in the afternoon, have a waffle at one of the stands, walk home.
I used to wait for the school bus at the top of the Great Dividing Range, on a road next to a mailbox. The mailbox was for a property at least fifteen minutes walk away.
This was at age 10. And it was totally normal in country Australia.