I’m not here.
This isn’t the first time I’ve not been here either, it has happened previously as I discovered when I used the search facility on my own website and also utilised the built-in memory of my brain to find “I’m not here” related posts.
Here’s what came up:
- Yippeee! I’m on Holiday
- The Sunshine Coast: Heading North for the Weekend
- Leaving Australia on a Jet Plane
- I am not here. I am in Maroochydore
So, if I’m not here, where am I?
I’ll give you three clues, here’s the first one.
Clue number one
This is easy, all you need to do is grab your local map of the world, some callipers, and start making some pencil marks, or you can even use your favourite crayon, to mark a series of arcs or circles using the distances on this signpost until my very destination is bombarded with your inscriptions making it absolutely obvious where I am.
No? Need a closer look at those distances?
No worries, you have two clues left.
Okay, let’s try…
Clue number two
Don’t worry if you can’t get it yet, I promise you three clues and here’s the third.
Clue number three
If any of you have any idea where I am, call 0800 Sydney, calls cost just $1000 a millisecond and if you’re right, you could win yourself a jar of Vegemite. Can’t say fairer than that, can I?
I’ll tell you all about my mini break next week.
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Hey Bob, am I the only one who thinks the signpost is wrong?
Just looking at it, it seems strange that Singapore and Bangkok would be in opposite direction when they’re almost side by side… Same for Rome and Paris…
Where is that post/how is it called? I’d like to do some research…
Thanks!
I think it is very possible that the only accuracy with this signpost, which was in Sydney by the way, are the actual distances. I would not suggest heading off in the directions indicated, you’ll probably end up in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Paris and Dublin in opposite directions from Sydney? I don’t think so.
I think a lot of these places would be pointing in the same direction, which doesn’t make for a very pretty signpost. Hence the poetic license. Stick with GPS 🙂