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Anyway, the train ride was short and sweet, during which time I continued my Robert Heinlein book from the previous week (note to self: too much extraneous information for impatient readers).  Rather than getting off at Geelong station proper, I figured I'd get off at the earlier North Shore - this decision would have ramifications though.
 
Anyway, the train ride was short and sweet, during which time I continued my Robert Heinlein book from the previous week (note to self: too much extraneous information for impatient readers).  Rather than getting off at Geelong station proper, I figured I'd get off at the earlier North Shore - this decision would have ramifications though.
  
I found myself riding into a massive head-wind, jeapo...
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I found myself riding into a massive head-wind, threatening to jeopardise my plan to get back in 40 minutes for the return trip.  On top of this it started to piss down with rain as I crossed the Geelong Bypass.  But soon I was climbing the hill to the hash, with my GPS telling me I only had a few hundred metres further to travel.
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Stopping at the front gate to the property in which the geohash was situated I surveyed my surroundings.  The point was just next to the house near the south fence-line of this semi-rural property and so I would be clearly visible from the house at the point.  Knowing this, I decided to go for the 'ambassador' award and ask permission to reach the exact geohash location, but as I walked up the driveway and around the side of the house I could not see any sort of front door.
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Since I was already in the property, and clearly making an attempt to contact the occupiers (who it was becoming clearer weren't home anyway) I decided I'd just sidle a couple of metres to my right and stand on the hash - whipping out my camera to take a couple of hasty shots of the GPS and surrounds.  by now it was quite heavily raining so I abandoned my attempt to alert the owners and got out of there, hash completed.
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On the ride back down the hill and towards the station I stopped to take a few interesting photos of the rain-obscured local sights such as the Shell oil refinery (as displayed below!).
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As I rode towards the station I was suddenly gripped with the realisation that there was now a massive tailwind, and that tailwind was pointing straight at Melbourne - it would certainly be an awesome 70km ride back in to town (which I've done many times, but tend to find boring at low speed).  I was briefly excited by this possibility before ultimately doing the maths and realising that if everything went totally perfectly I would only just catch the bus to the wedding, and things never go totally perfectly so I would definitely miss it.  I cursed myself for being so lazy - if I'd taken the 11am train to Geelong I would have plenty of time!
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Getting to the North Shore station, with the only drama for that leg being swooped and hit by a magpie - always quite a shock, I boarded the platform and waited for the train...
  
 
== Photos ==
 
== Photos ==

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The Place

Just outside Geelong, in the north west, on a semi-rural property

Who Is Going

Expedition

Felix Dance

This geohash was much easier than the one last week (in fact the more epic day was the day before when I had to ride all over inner eastern Melbourne in the pouring rain to three separate share-houses in search of my lent-out GPS so I could do today's hash), but it still had its charms and minor dramas which I'm happy to delve into.

Feeling pretty lazy, I got my shit together about 11:30, in time to take my bike on the 12 o'clock train from Spencer Street to Geelong. I was lambasted by Stevage for wussing out on riding, but I had a time constraint I was pretty eager to adhere to in the form of a wedding I was getting bussed to at 4:30, so I was keen to eliminate as many uncontrolled variables as I could.

Anyway, the train ride was short and sweet, during which time I continued my Robert Heinlein book from the previous week (note to self: too much extraneous information for impatient readers). Rather than getting off at Geelong station proper, I figured I'd get off at the earlier North Shore - this decision would have ramifications though.

I found myself riding into a massive head-wind, threatening to jeopardise my plan to get back in 40 minutes for the return trip. On top of this it started to piss down with rain as I crossed the Geelong Bypass. But soon I was climbing the hill to the hash, with my GPS telling me I only had a few hundred metres further to travel.

Stopping at the front gate to the property in which the geohash was situated I surveyed my surroundings. The point was just next to the house near the south fence-line of this semi-rural property and so I would be clearly visible from the house at the point. Knowing this, I decided to go for the 'ambassador' award and ask permission to reach the exact geohash location, but as I walked up the driveway and around the side of the house I could not see any sort of front door.

Since I was already in the property, and clearly making an attempt to contact the occupiers (who it was becoming clearer weren't home anyway) I decided I'd just sidle a couple of metres to my right and stand on the hash - whipping out my camera to take a couple of hasty shots of the GPS and surrounds. by now it was quite heavily raining so I abandoned my attempt to alert the owners and got out of there, hash completed.

On the ride back down the hill and towards the station I stopped to take a few interesting photos of the rain-obscured local sights such as the Shell oil refinery (as displayed below!).

As I rode towards the station I was suddenly gripped with the realisation that there was now a massive tailwind, and that tailwind was pointing straight at Melbourne - it would certainly be an awesome 70km ride back in to town (which I've done many times, but tend to find boring at low speed). I was briefly excited by this possibility before ultimately doing the maths and realising that if everything went totally perfectly I would only just catch the bus to the wedding, and things never go totally perfectly so I would definitely miss it. I cursed myself for being so lazy - if I'd taken the 11am train to Geelong I would have plenty of time!

Getting to the North Shore station, with the only drama for that leg being swooped and hit by a magpie - always quite a shock, I boarded the platform and waited for the train...

Photos

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