The train from Melbourne to Sydney is 12 hours long, and if anyone ever wanted a front row seat to deep Australian culture, I cannot recommend it enough. There’s no wifi or power points, so at some stage, you just have to sit and watch the shit unfold. Continue reading “Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone”
Tag: Melbourne
Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days
One afternoon I coughed up a piece of toast I had had for breakfast, which was very convenient because I hadn’t yet had lunch. Even my body is getting in on being thrifty. Continue reading “Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days”
Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30
Conversation with a flight attendant on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi:
“Something to drink sir?”
“Wine?”
“I’m afraid it’s just water or juice at this time”
“…wine is a kind of juice” Continue reading “Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30”
Silver Magic Ships
“No, I’m not putting my hands up. I don’t even like Detroit”. I stand on the outskirts of the smoky karaoke bar, deep in the heart of Chinatown, arms crossed, forbidding myself to participate. My friends on stage are riled up Lady Marmalade style, and the crowd around us is the regular daddy-issue-blondes and football-is-a-real-thing-dudes.
“Come on”, my friend coerces me, “I just found some acid. Let’s drop”.
My night takes a turn of the unexpected kind.