Scott flew back from Vanuatu on Fridayish, and headed down to Canberra to pay us all a visit.

Saturday night saw us at Gus’ for a bit to eat and a few beers. We bumped into Jeremy & Jess and hoped to follow them to the Hippo bar, but were denied due to Scott and my “smart-tropical” dress style. Teva-wearers of the world rise up!

We ended up at King O’Malley’s for a few more, sitting outside thank Christ.

On Sunday Scott and I decided to head out for a bike ride. That meant Scott riding Dad’s old 10-speed racer which is, well a little old. It went well to begin with, we made it all the way to Questacon without incident.

As it happened Questacon was almost exactly the furthest point from my house on our whole ride, so of course it was there that the bearings fell out of the front wheel. If you think that sounds bad you’re right, it means the wheel stops spinning in a circle and starts to sort of wobble and click a lot.

If it had just been the bearings we’d have survived, but not more than 2 minutes later the back tyre exploded. The bike was dead.

Scott was due to meet people at All Bar Nun for drinks at 4:30, in 20 minutes time. So I gave him my bike to get there on time, while I walked Dad’s bike back to Dickson. It’s only a 2 hour walk if you’re wondering.

ps. The last two sunset shots are from Monday night on the way home from bouldering at the library.