A Commuter Journal (22/06/2011)


I’ve been thinking for sometimes about writing a commuter journal. But I had gone against it to protect my privacy. Today though, I’m going to write one about my journey from Mt Ommaney to Cultural Centre on board service 460 leaving Mt Ommaney at 1.20ish pm.

Today I’ve just finished the last component of examinations in my courses for this semester. I decided to visit Mt Ommaney Library since it has the widest range of comics among other BCC Libraries that I have visited so far.

I don’t want to visit library in the northern suburbs because I’m not familiar with the area. To my disappointment, there were only two good comics (by my standard) available. Money wasted on service 453 earlier – public transport fare increased earlier this year.

After checking out the two items, I waited for any bus that would bring me to the City/Cultural Centre (no difference to me – it’s just a matter of walking).

I thought I was going to get services 453/454, instead 460 from Inala arrived. Strangely though, no other passengers at Mt Ommaney boarded the bus except me. Thinking that 460 is an express service (not BUZ), why not give it a try?

By the way, I wouldn’t even try to visit Inala (not alone). Brisbane’s notorious suburbs. Plus Logan, the Bogan City.

After leaving Mt Ommaney Shopping Centre, the driver (I believe a lady in her 50s or early retirement age) lost her direction whether to pass or by-pass Jindalee DFO. She asked for help from the passengers. Not a frequent user of western suburbs buses (those that starts with 4xx), I couldn’t offer any answer. A passenger at the back (I was seated at the front seat behind the front door, my fave seat) replied ‘left’ as in by-pass Jindalee.

It doesn’t stop there. In the Western Freeway she once again lost direction. Whether to keep continue driving along the freeway or turn left. She decided to turn left without help and wished she were right. Well, welcome to 444 Moggill BUZ area. She was right.

Up until Indooroopilly and Toowong, she was fine. She lost her plot again after Coronation Drive. She decided to use Go-Betweens Bridge instead of William Jolly. The bus was stuck on the corner of Merivale and Melbourne Streets.

She didn’t know what to do. I thought this is going to be one long journey. Then a 196 bus driver suggest her to go straight along Merivale St (perhaps following service 202 route). But she insisted in turning left to Melbourne St but the road is simply too narrow for the bus (not to forget bus lane at the street). I guess she isn’t familiar with the South Brisbane area. I heard loud sound like something’s breaking from the back while she was trying. Not sure whether it was a pole or the bus.

I believed at that moment she freaked out – almost cried as well I guess. She decided to turn right after so many tries following services 192, 196, 199 & CityGlider routes along the street. I can’t remember which one but it was either Manning or Cordelia Streets where she turned right into afterwards (again).

In the end the bus made its way to the intersection of Merivale & Hope Streets. She completely lost directions here and asked Queen Street Bus Station for help. She got help and was asked to make a similar route to 192, 198 & CityGlider around there.

What I heard from the convo between her and QSBS was she was asked for the bus registration and her employment number. She made her way back to QSBS but I dropped off at Cultural Centre.

Services to Inala and western suburbs that use QSBS are located at Platform B. But she was asked by operator to park the bus at stop C2 (service 170) and report herself to traffic controller (located at the back of Platform C).

When I alighted, I noticed the windows at the rear left of the bus was almost shattered. Luckily no passengers were seated around there (or perhaps they had moved?). She apologised to me (the only passenger alighting at Cultural Centre) about the delay and the ‘wild ride’.

I couldn’t care less. I don’t need her apologies. Everyone makes mistakes. Perhaps if I were in her position I would freak out as well (Don’t ask me to be a bus driver, we’ll never get to the destination since I can’t brake!).

A few weeks ago there was a story on Seven News Brisbane about a service 170 crash near Southeast Busway. It was revealed Brisbane Transport bus drivers were only given training for two weeks. It’s very short compared to southern capitals (Sydney & Melbourne).

Whether Seven News claim is correct or not we can debate that here. And whether there should be more training provided we can also discuss it here.

I’m not in favour of the introduction of Adelaide’s O-Bahn so that bus drivers wouldn’t lose the plot. I don’t think that would help at all. But the fact that there wasn’t any map in her folder worries me (whatever map – service 450/453/454/460 route maps in particular).

I’m hoping for the best from her. I hope she doesn’t get the sack. May be she should be employed on shorter routes such as 105/107/108 or those feeder around Mt Ommaney to Indooroopilly.

I understand being a bus driver for service 199 or 109 is different to service 130/140/150 or 310/330. 460 is a particularly long journey (let alone service 250 from City to Redland Bay).

All the best for the driver.


Greek Orthodox Church

When I mention something Greek, that means it’s another Paniyiri-related post. This time I’m going to bring you inside a Greek Orthodox church in Brisbane. As Paniyiri was held in West End, so does the church.



I’m not sure where to begin but yeah, this a typical Greek Orthodox church architecture. Definitely, I’m learning something new here because my faith is similar to a certain extent but different church.


This is the entrance of the church from the festival. I took from inside the compound. There were ladies selling cross and rosary (the Greek version, of course). You can also see the huts erected for the festival. In the background, it’s Brisbane’s skyline.

Now, let’s take a look inside.


My first impression, this is one colourful church. You’ll find similar decoration in all Greek Orthodox church worldwide. Before you enter the hall, there are candles for you to lit. You must pay for that candle.



When the priest started his oration, he can go on and on like in the Protestant church. That’s why they keep a clock inside. If you started to get bored, well, there’s the exit.

The priest is also allowed to marry. But most probably he gets married after he became a priest. Not that there’s no chance, it’s just rare.


Imagine how many days it took complete painting the whole church? How many litres of paint were used?

Now, I’m taking you to second floor. Somehow the upper level reminds me of the Denpasar’s Bishop House – not that I’m a regular visitor but if you’ve ever been to the morning mass at that place, I feel similarities.


In the altar, there are some areas where attendees are not allowed to enter. Some part of the altar is also closed unlike the Catholic church. Holy Communion is provided though.


The bench reminds me of Kepundung Church, haven’t been there in ages – ever since Cathedral opens (which the construction never finished).


So does this church recognises Saints? They don’t have choir during service but oddly enough, later in the afternoon they have choir performance at the church.

Anyway, if there’s any information that’s wrong about this feel free to correct me. Russian Orthodox church next, anyone? 🙂

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Bagaimana kita tampil ketika batu kita terbakar?

Judulnya aneh? Ini semua adalah bagian dari Ideas Festival yang diadakan di sekitar kompleks State Library of Queensland dari 19-22 Juni 2011.


Saya tidak akan membahas festival ini secara lebih mendetil dari satu acara ke acara lain. Toh saya hanya menghadiri dua acara, mengunjungi dua pameran dan melihat satu pajangan dari festival ini.

Apa itu Ideas Festival? Mungkin lebih mirip festival pemikir-pemikir sayap kiri? Anda riset sendiri dan buat kesimpulan sendiri.

Yang mau saya bahas adalah foto di atas. Sebuah karya seni terpadu dengan ticker ala pedagang saham. Kata-kata yang tertulis bisa berubah setiap saat. Anda berniat mengisi kata-kata itu pun boleh. Bisa ditemukan di samping karya ini, berupa stiker ditempel di kaca.

Jadi, bagaimana kita tampil ketika batu kita terbakar?

P.S.: Kalau anda tertarik dengan festival ini dan penasaran apa yang ditawarkan, cek situs web mereka karena ada banyak vodcast tersedia.

The largest solar-powered ship (so far)

Last weekend, the largest solar-powered ship on Earth (so far) arrived in Brisbane for a short visit. I was in the city on the first weekday after her arrival.


Actually, I purposely planned to take the CityCat to get to UQ afterwards (otherwise I’ll #WalktoCampus – the main hashtag on my Twitter profile lately). If I walked, I would only have the chance of taking 180° photograph of her. But by CityCat, I could take 360° view. I lost $1.33 anyway from my go card.


It was a short visit by the way because by Friday, I couldn’t find her at Riverside anymore.

Another view from CityCat (photo above), more photos can be found from my Zooomr profile. See you later.

HMB Endeavour in Brisbane

Between 28 April and 8 May 2011, HMB Endeavour made a stopover at Brisbane’s Riverside (Eagle Street Pier area). The ship arrived on the weekend before but I was in the city on 28 April.


I could enter the ship if I want to but I decided not to. Why? The ticket is simply expensive, $9, for people like who have no part time job. Also, I could not carry my backpack inside and the closest place for me to leave my backpack is either in Spring Hill or State Library. I couldn’t be bothered about the distance.

Bram without a backpack is just like the Man with the yellow hat on Curious George without his yellow hat (you get what I mean?). As for the history of the ship, I believe you could do your own researching.

Anyway, it’s great to see a variety of ships in the city once in a while rather than CityCat, CityFerry or rich people’s yachts all the time.


Gloomy weather certainly it was. I had plan on that day to visit Redcliffe but I missed the bus. In the end I decided to go to Bulimba by CityCat.


Her next port of call was Gladstone in central Queensland. Currently, she is on her way to Townsville before continuing to Cairns and the anti-clockwise loop continues across the continent (last port of call is Eden).

I will have another post coming up on the second guest of the Brisbane’s Riverside. She’s the world’s largest solar-powered ship. Not sure though whether I can jump on board but what I do know the organiser has a mini exhibition at Eagle Street Pier between 111 Eagle Street and Riverside Plaza.

More info of where she’s up to: Endeavour Voyages

And, yup, my bloody battle with assignments is over but not completely finished yet. Enjoy your weekend.

Going Greek for lunch

Last weekend was Paniyiri, Brisbane’s Greek festival. Greek as in the people from Greece, not geek as in IT nerds (pardon me). Last year due to a series of unfortunate event (sore throat), I didn’t go to Paniyiri.

Anyway, this is my last post before I’m on my study assignment break next week. I’ll be back earliest by 3 June.

I’m not going to focus on my whole experience at Paniyiri as it will take so much time. I promise I’ll write that down as soon as I’m back from doing assignment. So, this post will focus on what I ate during Paniyiri.

1. Sweet honey puffs


It’s one of the must-try food at Paniyiri. Honey is poured on top of the puffs. If you remember my post on Fieritalia last year (go find that in this blog), I ate something quite similar to this. Was it called gnocchi? Anyway, I also forget the Greek name for this honey puff. Small plate costed me $5, bigger plate $7.

2. Haloumi Wrap


Another must-try at Paniyiri. I guess this is the Greek version for kebab. It consists of vegetables (tomato, onion, lettuce) and beef. Did they put mayonnaise or Greek yogurt inside? It costs me $8.

The Greeks used to be considered as lower-caste European migrants in Australia. But time certainly has changed. The guy who served me when I bought those two things used the word ‘Mate’.

Paniyiri celebrates 35 years of Greek-iness (if there’s such a word) in Brisbane this year. Definitely I’ll visit Paniyiri again next year. If you’ve missed out, there are many Greek restaurants in West End. If you live in my hometown (Denpasar), there is this Greek restaurant called Mykonos in Seminyak area – I’ve eaten there before and I like it (but my mother doesn’t, apparently she doesn’t like Greek food because she finds it weird).

Hope you have a great day. See you again when I come back from my bloodbath with assignments. 😀

Burger nasi ala Jepang di negeri kangguru


MOS Burger membuka gerai pertamanya di Australia tahun ini. Dan kota yang beruntung tak lain dan tak bukan adalah kota yang saya tinggali saat ini, Brisbane. Restoran cepat saji asal Jepang ini membuka toko di daerah suburban yang padat penduduk berketurunan Asia, Sunnybank.

Sunnybank? Kenapa Sunnybank? Karena kalau sukses di Sunnybank berarti pasti sukses pula di dua kota metropolitan Australia di selatan Brisbane.

Burgernya ada yang menggunakan nasi. Tapi ini bukan konsep baru. McDonald’s Singapura juga pernah menggunakan burger nasi dalam promosinya beberapa tahun silam (promonya berbunyi 吃饭了吗?). Ah, MOS Burger juga sudah lama punya gerai di kota singa.

Ditambah kentang goreng dan es teh lemon, harganya cukup bersaing dibanding sandwich roti isi kapal selam asal negeri Paman Sam yang membuka gerai pertamanya di Perth akhir dasawarsa 1980an.

Pramusajinya? Sunnybank… bisa berbahasa Mandarin (华语) dan Kanton (粤语) sudah seperti kewajiban.