Not really very far on from The Start
Part I : the incident involving the 12 hour Saturday
(Please note that nothing in the way of chemistry will actually be covered to aid accessibility)
So, here we go:
So, then we flew on to Melbourne. It has trams that run throughout the city, but, contrary to popular belief, they are not free and it is illegal to just get on and off them (popular belief being just what we reckoned actually, but popular none the less). They are, however, free if you can avoid being caught on the tram without a ticket. This is not a risk that I would advocate running but hey, if we can manage if without even realising it can’t be that hard.
It is relatively easy to find your way around, (If, however, you do find yourself lost, it’s a good idea to recall the sites that you saw on your earlier route. Whether it be some Jurassic Park extras (apparently they are called cockatoos) sitting, or rather hunching awkwardly on the second oldest rollercoaster in the world (I don’t really know how this is supposed to make you want to ride on it) or a big red building (“There’s that big red building, where you said, ‘look at that big red building’…” – Jetlag really does make you think slower apparently)) and we can highly recommend a place just out of the city called St Kilda Beach, very bohemian! Yes, I read that in a guide, and no I don’t have any idea what it means… something to do with cafes being in the road apparently. And it is very nice for a couple of nights.
There seems to be plenty of opportunity to meet the cast of neighbours here, although I have not had the chance to be ‘treated’ to this yet.
Yes it really does happen, even when you go this way round the world, and yes it’s not all that nice. You know that when you start to read peoples t-shirts as Humpty was a Pus Hed (I don’t actually know what this is but it sounds quite good) when really Humpty was just Pushed, that your suffering. An afternoon siesta does not work and means that your evening goes to pot and you wake up in the small hours of the morning wondering why exactly it is dark and you are still wearing clothes.
Australian rules on house building seem to be almost non-existent. Everyone just seems to build what they want where they want it. This leads to every street having a thrown together look that makes every journey that little bit more exciting (I wanted to put in ‘an eclectic mix’ but really I’m not sure how to use it in a sentence with anything other than ‘the roads are…’, which to be honest is a bit of a useless sentence, especially if, like me, you’re not completely sure of the exact meaning of the word eclectic).