Note: BYO pen or pencil to sign the cache! Limited places to sign, so please write small.
Bus stop 77, how many memories I have of you!
From freezing cold mornings to scorching Aussie afternoons, you’ve been my gateway to the city and beyond.
I remember the moments of panic, wondering if I’d misread the timetable, as the J2 rushed past going the other way when I was waiting for the 548. Those experiences sometimes left me feeling a bit... "flat".
From my first day of high school to countless weekend adventures, you’ve played a pivotal role in my public transport journeys. For that, I thank you, bus stop 77.