Nothing here yet? Amazing. Just found another receipt . . . hello? Yes. This is for somewhere called 'Ashoka' . . . wow . . . I like that . . . even as I write Ashoka and see the word Indooroopilly and the time . . . 19:22 it all starts to pour back. We walked back the long way that night, in the dark. It's only about a 10/15 walk back from Indooroopilly central back to Jerrang Street . . . and I believe we hadn't drunk all our beers that night, so they came back with us too. I stayed up for hours that night, writing up (backwards, naturally) the events on Friday night in as much detail as I could possibly remember. I don't have a decent map to hand, but I guess we walked back along a road that would have run close to Moggill Road but this turned into Kate Street and got a bit weird around here. It was dark and deadly quiet, it being Sunday night. In a distance, a car was screeching around corners and my over-active imagination was creating scenarios . . . a stolen car, full of drugged-up freaks, looking for some way of scraping together a few more dollars, so that they get a few more beers . . . maybe kidnap someone, take 'em to an ATM . . . blah, blah, blah. Anyway, having just spoken to Robert (as in now, not on November 2nd . . . although of course I would have spoken to Robert on this day) a few more details spring to mind . . . such as Rob wanting to get back fairly early that night so that he could spend some time with his uncle, Dave. This did happen, but it was more in the context of watching television together. Ah well . . . I think I went to bed, with pen, paper and a few beers, as mentioned before.

Great: I'm about to scan a little chunk of a map of Brisbane into my computer, but the scanner connects via USB and this Linux thing has this huge problem with USB. And so the mouse (also USB) has decided to stop working. I guess it saw what the scanner was doing and thought, "Yeah, man, I like your style. Not working, hmmmmm, that's the way forward." So I unplug the mouse, plug it back in and I get:

usb.c: USB device not accepting new address=x (error=-110)(where x increases by one upon each time)

And I despair . . . my god, how difficult is it? It's just a mouse . . . it's been working up until now so you clearly know how to interpret the electrical signals you receive from it . . . what the hell is the problem?

So from Station Road (Ashoka was actually more on Riverview Terrace (near the bottom (east) end of Station Road), but very close to Station Road) we wandered to up Station Road, along Finney Road and it got a bit at this point . . . Isles Road was when it got dark and ominously quiet, apart from that distant car . . . and, weirdly (I thought), was a mine belonging to the University of Queensland . . . and this road kind of bended, rose and dropped all over the place. Can a road drop? Or can you drop a road? Doesn't matter. Yeah, but anyway . . . why am I going on about our journey home so much? Is that interesting? Erm . . . so it was Kate Street that finally headed down-hill (seemed like downhill was long due for . . . just as I was beginning to think, "Is this right?") and then turned into Jerrang Street.

Dave and Gladys were watching some kind of historical drama . . . Gladys especially. I'm not sure where Rob's granny was.

The food. Hmmm? The food, at Ashoka? Oh, sorry, yes. It was an Indian restaurant, run by seemingly Indian-esque people, but with a gorgeous waitress to serve us. She would pop back every so often to bring us one of our beers that were being kept in their 'fridge. BYO, you see. I can't remember what we had . . . as usual, the food was exceptional, or near enough. I can't recall a single duff meal throughout our time there . . . well, except for that chicken sandwich I had at Indooroopilly Westfield Shoppingtown that time; it was exactly that: four triangles of chicken in buttered white bread. Most unimpressed. But the chicken was good and I suppose I was given exactly what I had asked for. I just assumed salad and non-white bread would come as standard. Oh well. But, yes . . . we had curry. What curry it was, I really couldn't say. I wonder what else happened today? Rob?

Ah . . . another receipt, from earlier on today. 18:21:50. And as this one was at the Indooroopilly Hotel Drive Thru, that must have been the drive through bottle shop where we got the beers for our meal at Ashoka. I see. Doesn't help with the rest of the day though.