This weekend has been a horrible one, transportation-wise. Everything from a broken car to a non-operational travelator-rampy thing.
Mica had to go down to Koonwarra to teach a couple of chocolate classes – it’s a 2-hour drive. We got up early Saturday morning, and she left in good time.
Then the phone rang. It was Mica. The car made a bad ticking noise, then, just after she pulled off the road, lots and lots of thick black smoke started pouring out of the hood. She wisely decided to get out of the car and ring me and the RACV.
The RACV showed up, brought Mica and the car to Koo Wee Rup, and one of the cooking school people came along to pick her up and take her the rest of the way to the school. She was 45 minutes late, but everyone was understanding.
So, our car is about an hour’s drive away, in a town with a silly name, and with a blown gasket. Mica’s two hours away in another town with another silly name, with no car. I had to somehow get to Koonwarra and pick up Mica. Then we had to do something about the car. Luckily, Mica had been planning to be there overnight anyway, so I didn’t have to run down there at night and get her.
The RACV arranged for a hire car, and all I had to do was go to St Kilda and pick it up. One of the tram lines that goes near the house wasn’t working well (overhead wire work) and the schedule was shot to hell. I missed three trams on three other lines. Finally, I got a tram to take me to the right place.
The Europcar person was very nice, and gave me a horrible car. But at least it runs, and has air conditioning. Did I mention it’s 33c today? Maybe I skipped that bit.
Unfortunately, I left my credit card there. Whoops. I only discovered this later on in the day when I went to pay for something. I had to ring the bank and have them cancel the card, just in case.
The trip to Koonwarra and back was rather uneventful. Thank goodness.
Back home, we had to go to Safeway. Our local Safeway is in Malvern Central, a shopping centre with parking in the basement. To get to Safeway, we have to go up two levels of moving sidewalk rampy things called “travelators”. They’ve been working on the shopping centre lately, adding more floor space – they’re nearing completion, and making one heck of a mess. Unfortunately, the mess is currently all over the travelators, and they’re not working this evening. At least the elevator’s running.
The situation now? We’re all home, we have groceries, a crappy rental car, and a lonely Honda Civic sitting in Koo Wee Rup with a blown gasket. The ball is in our court, but I don’t really want to leave the house.