Backdated.
The only reason why I would go to this bus-forsaken place in Penrith was to get the X-Ray of the foot done. While hobbling back to the bus stop, which would have taken a normal-foot person about 10 minutes (and me thrice that time), I realised why the lack of bus stops – the whole street was full of car workshops, repair shops and petrol kiosks.
My poor feet.
Haru made the treacherous journey feel a little better, though.
Along Life's Path 