This crossing disbles any ideas I have of personal safety before I approach it. The wait seems to be at least ten minutes (although probably much less), its definately far too long. A wide road to cross without and a fast one it becomes irresistable as we dash accross it, often barefoot and laden with surfboards, before the anxiety becomes too great. Today i'm waiting, for now, inhaling the thick smells of truck diesel and the leftover scar of a skid darkening the road and the air around it. Its noisy, car horns and screeching tires and somewhere beyond, just over the road heavy surf crashes.
