Last post in my series on a directional theme.
Here’s the funny thing in my left-right challenged brain. I can travel somewhere once, and years later I will remember how to get there again, no maps, no directions, no written address. Mr S is amazed.
“We go along Victoria Road, turn left after the shops and then take the second street on the right. Sue and Peter’s house is half-way down. They had the gardenias planted planted last time. They may be grown or even pulled out.”
“Do you remember the street name and house number?”
“No, but look that’s their garden.”
Or I will say, “We have to go further down this street and go around the block but don’t take the first one after, it’s too dodgy. Greg’s street is a one-way.”
Mr S has long since stopped replying thus, “You’ve been to Greg’s once, five years ago. He is my friend and I used to come here all the time. I know which way to go.” As he drives the wrong way and ends up having to back track.
Sometimes my internal navigation system can’t precisely pin-point the house. “It’s that one or that one.” And Mr S will investigate. Other times Mr S will be certain that it is a particular house, but my navigation system will be certain I am right. He now defers to me. Nuff said.
Sometimes I have to start from a certain place. So I will say that I could find the place we are going to if we went closer to our old house as I need to approach the city from the west.
I don’t remember street names. In my own city I remember three: York, George and Pitt. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know others, just not where they are. Not much help when people give directions. “Go along Market Street.” Mmmm, which one is that? But I can find a building without street names.
This strange gift is not just for my own city. I can get to places in other towns that I visited once, ten or twenty years ago.
The only blank spot is Sutherland Shire. I don’t do “The Shire”. It’s always a mystery, and not a particularly nice mystery. I always get lost. It’s as if I am going for the first time. Each time. For some reason, my brain blanks it. (No shire people here, are there?) For interstate and overseas readers, you have to trust me on this one. As someone who has always lived in the West and the North of Sydney, I’ve never understood why the shire people have tickets on themselves. And hey, with this attitude, I don’t get a lot of invitations to visit! So, not finding my way around this section of Sydney is not a bad thing.
The only down side to this gift, when they put in new roads, or even more challenging by-passes, everything is thrown out of whack.
Sometimes if they chop down trees or there’s new buildings, I might be affected. But generally, while I use landmarks to give directions, my internal GPS doesn’t need them.
How’s your internal GPS?
PS: I found the following images when I was looking for images on the Shire. They have nothing to do with GPS but they made me laugh. If you’re not from Sydney, they may mean nothing but I think you may have your own versions.
They come from a university paper. Gotta love undergraduate humour.
And love the Westie response. Of course the uni being in the east left out the Westie view. So typical. To think they have no Westies at their uni or to just ignore them.