Bicycling still rocks when you're almost in your mid-x's. . .

 First, I'm so sorry about the change in blog address. It was a combination of my own stupidity (not realizing I had created a new wordpress identity, rather than merely changed my email address), and wordpress's lack of desire to help me. Ok. And be aware that you can NOT delete a wordpress account once created, even though it's easy to delete a blog. WTF?

It was, however,  a nice opportunity to change the title of the Blog. While it Is about "Academics Down Under", John has his own blog (https://boisestategreenguy.wordpress.com), and I really wouldn't want to presume to speak for him. Naturally.

Anyway! On to the very positive development of us getting our bicycles. Are they sweet, or what? While the whole riding-on-the-left-side is a little stressful, we're getting it. . J more so than I, since he's biking to work daily. Yesterday, on the way home, he noticed that there was a huge film crew set up in Royal Park. Our landlord, B, thinks that it's a shooting of Miss Fisher's Detective Agency. 

Between the bicycles and the tram, we're well set to explore the city. We plan to rent a car in mid-late February to drive The Great Ocean Road, which everyone from natives to friends who have visited here have said is a must-do. Yesterday afternoon we explored a bike path that runs north-south, taking it North, which has been a little under-explored, since the Central Business District (CBD) is South of us. So much to see and experience. ;I could only get sort of odd angles on this church without stepping into the street. Which is busy with bikes, cars and pedestrians. The number of bicycles, by the way, is astonishing. And when it's rush hour, Stay Out Of The Way. Most bicycle like it's an Olympic trial. They are fast, serious, and seemingly unstoppable. When we were riding home on the bike trail yesterday (off street, asphalt), there were literally dozens of bicyclists in spandex flying in the oncoming lane like bats out of hell. Very focused. I am TOTALLY the little old lady with the commuter-with-basket. Ha! They haven't met the other Louise-that-B---- yet.