Unskilled Employment for the personality-challenged
We approached this with a little trepidation as it would be our first go at a Victorian Border Control. This was made a little more tricky as my printer (in Canberra) has gummed up, after not being used for a year, and only did half the black and white business. And it wasn't the black! So we were relying on the copies of the permits emailed to us: another innovation. The departure was fine: as always I was concerned as to whether I could fit the mountain of stuff into the Jetta and as usual it just swallowed it all. Off we went. All was fine, although I did notice that the quite heavy traffic coming towards us was coming in pulses: road clear for some time and then 20 cars in a stream This smelt of road works in our future. So it was. A short distance after Bunyan we found the traffic stopped. Here is the situation: We joined the queue at the maroon line and sat there for 17 minutes and 22 seconds. It turned out they were resurfacing the road (blue line). My guess is t