I had to go to a cat club meeting on the northside of Brisbane, with which I am totally unfamiliar. First off Karen refused to recognise that the street existed in that suburb - not to worry, I thought, as she did pick up on the next suburb along. I figured if I followed it for long enough I'd get there, right?
So off we went. All was fine until I had to get off the Gateway Motorway, then the fun and games started. She led me all over the place; at one point she directed me into a culdesac and then told me to perform a u turn when possible, and directed me back out again in the opposite direction. WTF?!
I did eventually end up in the "right" street, except that it really wasn't. Finally I grabbed out my trusty street directory and discovered that I was really in the right street, only it was bisected by the railway line. I would have to retrace my path for at least half a kilometre before rejoining the correct street. Eventually I arrived at the meeting 20 minutes late.
When I left, I followed another club member back out onto the gateway. It was only a bit over a kilometre away, involving two intersections.
Karen, I'm sorry, but this was a deal-breaker. In future I'll use the navigation facility on my phone.