| Melbourne. |
[Oct. 14th, 2007|09:14 am]
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Greetings all. Instead of sending around emails, I thought I would post entries on my time here so I have a record of them without having to search through my email to remember what happened!
The flight over went well; we arrived about 25 mins early which was nice but was still not early enough for me to get into town to my friend's place before he went to work. So, I booked myself into a hostel on Elizabeth (a block up from Flinders Station). The hostel was ok - free breakfast was mediocre but still free - but there was a bar on the first floor. Unfortunately, our room was right above the bar so was very noisy and I am afraid I didn't get much sleep on Friday night. I did, however, get some sleep during the day since I hadn't actually had a proper night's sleep for some time before I left NZ. For that matter, I haven't had a proper night's sleep in over a week (more to follow).
On Saturday morning, I found myself woken up at 5.45am. I say found myself woken up, but it was more that I gave up attempting to go back to sleep then. I went for a couple of hours wandering around town - down by the Yarra River, along to Yarra park and back into the centre of town. I then decided I needed a new pair of shoes and went to the Markets. Had I known they opened at 6am, I could have spent a constructive morning instead of wandering but wandering has the advantage of orienting you.
I was finally successful in my hunt for shoes at the last minute and also bought some huge oranges (that were "Really, really scrummy!") and some blood oranges, which were rather crap.
Yesterday there was also Diwali celebrations in Federation Square - which were also rather mediocre. Every Saturday, they also have a book sale in the Artrium. The books were over priced and there seemed to be an over-representation of Modernist fiction.
Last night I caught up with Dan. We went out to numerous bars - I would love to tell you where they were but had absolutely no idea where I was! We also went to the opening of an exhibition by one of his friends. The art was surprisingly good and I was sorely tempted to buy a piece but, alas, the impoverished status of being a student forbade me. I have only just got home, after not really having any sleep because I crashed on Dan's floor somewhere in North Melbourne. My head is surprisingly not too bad for the amount I drank and the lack of sleep I have had.
I am feeling more at home now that I have some sense of direction. The fact that I am staying at my friend's place on Bourke Street (down by Southern Cross Station) so don't have to spend money of public transport. The appartment is rather flash and has a pool, tennis court, and gym. Unfortunately, we are on the groud floor which means no waiting for lifts but then there is no pretty view to sit on the balcony and admiring with a couple of G&Ts.
I am now off to bed to have some sleep before I go and see Robert Wilson this evening; I am a wee bit excited though. |
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