Returning to Sydney, when the traffic on the freeway stopped flowing.
The M4 really was a car park.
There'd been a shocking accident and the traffic was diverted, so I got to see a lot of Mays Hill, which is a suburb adjacent to Parramatta.
Like most of Sydney, it's all apartments, apart from the odd cluster of shabby houses waiting to become apartments.
Maybe their owners are refusing to sell, or hoping for a better offer.
The man in the car behind me insisted on blasting his horn each time I didn't move six inches.
I developed a new understanding of road rage:)
This is a back blip, as I was too shattered after the three and a half hour trip to even consider blipping.