The City of Canberra was proclaimed in 1913 after it was decided that the nation's capital should be half-way between Sydney and Melbourne. At this point the modern-day city exists, as a giant waste of time, space, energy and mass (the whole Einsteinian conglomo).
The word Canberra itself means meeting place which itself is ironic as like Milton Keynes in the UK, as an entirely planned city, the chances of actually meeting anyone are remote to nil. It also has the uniue feature in off-peak periods that the best bypass of the city is to drive right through the centre of it. Northbourne Ave is an 8 lane wide boulevarde with a grand median strip down the middle; this serves by roughly cutting the CBD two in half.
To actually find anything useful in the place is impossible. I needed to find ANU yesterday which is just to the west of the hexagon the is London circuit. Notwithstanding the fact that I got sucked onto an expressway and ended up having to double back twice to get where I was going. The other annoying feature is that everything is based on circles and not squares, so in general my sense of direction is thrown out anyway. Another way of saying circle is one glorious hole... which aptly describes this puke of a city.
Andrew Rollason, Canberra - (I always wanted to say that)