Why do I ride to a certain place?Here’s a whimsical, maybe silly, story about the illogical way I make my choices.
I was watching Last Cab to Darwin, a movie about a dying taxi cab driver heading to Darwin to set up a quasi-legal way to end his life. On the way, he picks up an Aborigine from Oodnadatta. They laugh and joke about the name. The name had enough of a ring to make me remember it.
Ood-na-datta. Ood-na-datta.
And I thought to myself, “Maybe I’ll go there.”
That’s it. Plain and simple.
So almost a year later, there I was at the Oodnadatta Hotel, a small 5- room inn.
Then I find that one of the scenes from the movie was filmed right in the pub there.
Oh.
So was there like a subliminal suggestion in a movie? And like a fool, I succumbed. Enough to get on a bike and head all the way there.
I thought I was getting away from the movie making air of Los Angeles and– what do you know– in far outback Australia, I run right back into it.
Oh, the suggestion of movies!
Still, I’m glad I went.