Considering that the man was driving against time on a mission of life and death urgency, his carelessness as to direction was astounding.

The tortuousness of the route must have made the journey twice as long as it need have been with a little more careful selection.

At least so it appeared to me, though, naturally, I was not in a position to offer an authoritative criticism.
As far as I could judge, we followed the same route as before.

Once I heard a tug's whistle and knew that we were near the river, and we passed the railway station, apparently at the same time as on the previous occasion, for I heard a passenger train start and assumed that it was the same train.

We crossed quite a number of thoroughfares with tram-lines--I had no idea there were so many--and it was a revelation to me to find how numerous the railway arches were in this part of London and how continually the nature of the road-metal varied.
It was by no means a dull journey this time.