Day Nine

There is no sushi train in this city. This day is not an adventure. It's just a long hard day of work. I discover that the traffic lights take a long time to change, that the supermarket in the CBD really is as awful as my colleague said it was, and that the large areas of bicycle friendliness are countered by other areas of extreme unfriendliness. (In other words, the type of things that you live with for so long in your hometown, that you can come to accept and ignore - a combination of domestic blindness and learning to work around it.) There are some new limitations in my new home town that I have to learn to work around - such as the apparent lack of bike racks in or anywhere near the pedestrian mall in which bikes are banned.

'The honeymoon's over' as they say.