A trip to the National Museum

So after a long summer of jet-setting - between Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Beijing, Paris and Baden, someone had to return back to work. That is why we moved to Brasilia, right? Well, for Pauli's work. So fini, cabo, our full time four-heads-(free)-wheeling adventures, we have now to get back to (or rather develop, I should say) a more "normal" mode/lifestyle.
So Monday was our first day of Mommy and me (and me), and Mommy was really desperate to fill the time with meaningful and fun activities - specially after spending so much time in logistical errants since our arrival in Brasilia.
Therefore, I took the map, looked at it briefly, took the little local Agenda (a cultural leaflet listing exhibitions, events, shows), saw a nice image for a possibly nice exhibition to a rather strange building: the National Museum of Brasilia.
Maybe I have a cultural attraction to the building already (I am Canadian after all): shaped like a white igloo, sitting on one side of the "mall". In this area, there are two main avenues called Axio Monumental, along which a number of important buildings are laid. The stretch of grass in between the two direction of the Axio is a large open area, intended to give a bit more monumentality to all that is laid along the Axio. It is now a large and dry expanse of grass because of the dry season, leaving it a little dusty and sad. Despite that, number of buildings, like the Museum, have the architectural strength to impress the new comers.
So I set from our place, Asa Sul 106, and tried to make it to the Museum. It took me several attempts (and several km on and off the various highways). First a couple attempts to get on the Axio, from the L2 (what an original road name, don't you think?!). Then when finally on the Axio, I realized that I could not enter the parking from there. I had to keep going along the Axio and do a loop to come back up along it.  While able to admire the magnificent work of Neimeyer and others, yet I was not able to take the  on the Axio again (on the , and when I could, I could not find a way to get to the parking. I turned in front of the Museum - only a bus stop cut out from the esplanade. Yet I could see the parking. I eventually had to go around a few very large city blocks, drive through all of their interconnected parking lots, to eventually emerge on the opposite side of the Museum. I admit that in fear of driving a little further and been thrown out again on the road, I ended up parking a little further than necessary. In the end, we parked exactly 45 minutes after our departure time. The distance from our place is less than 5 km, but I ended up driving was more than 20.
Admittedly, the cynical ones will say that I have no sense of orientation. But I assure you that I have been driving myself in Beijing, in India, and in several African capitals, and I have always been able to figure it out. Here, it is really different.