Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.
During a video conversation with my in-laws, DaddyBird described my walk home from work as “a few city blocks.” I had to disagree. I have no idea what the measurement of a “city block” is.
Above is the first of these “city blocks.” The flat roof near the top of the trees is the gym building of my campus.
Next I have to cross this pedestrian bridge.
Looking back from the pedestrian bridge.
Then I have to walk down a pedestrianized street. I counted 26 restaurants down one side of the length of this “city block.”
Then I have to turn and walk down this street to the next intersection – the green light.
Where I turn again. At least I am now on the street that we live on, but still a long way to go.
It was pouring rain this night. My umbrella was soaked through as were my clothes and shoes.
You can see the waterfall from this drain pipe.
Finally, I get to the bridge over the foul smelling waterway.
There is our building. Not there, yet, because the entrance to the compound is what I call a city block away from the bridge and once in the compound, I have to walk back to the building.
According to Google maps, it is just over one mile. In the pouring rain and stopping to take pictures, it took me an hour to walk home.