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Bert
I always thought that I had an excellent innate sense of direction. Even when I was working on a little 2 250 000 acre cattle station in the territory where I had never been before. We were droving cattle from the top of the property back to a set of yards. The aboriginal stockmen knew the property very well and had certainly been there way longer than I had. They said, we gotta go dis way. I said, no, we gotta go that way. Wiser heads prevailed and we went their way. After several hours, we came out of the scrub into a clearing and there, about 3km to our west, was the windmill where the set of yards was, right where I said we should have been heading.
But a few years later I went to work in England.On my first day at work there I was sent to assist a cow in labour. Go down this road, then head north on the motorway I was told. So I went down the road and promptly headed south. Not because I could see the sun and therefore assumed that was north (well, the sun had always been to my north at home). The sun was nowhere to be seen. it was my innate sense of direction that "knew" that way was north. It took me a few months to get my head around British direction. Then I went to go surfing in Cornwall and stood, for the first time in my life, on a west coast. That stuffed me up again. Coast had always been east.
Hmm, no wonder I never bumped into you in a Japanese pub.
Stuart
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