I promised that I'd write a blog at least once a month to account for my feelings/ perusals/ adventures. The heat in Melbourne is that stifling however, that my brain is ceasing to work. When simple sentence structures are a problem writing isn't conducive. My memories are melting away...
I did make some random observations whilst in Byron Bay so I'll copy that down. I had just been reading 'The Myth of Sisyphus' so it's barely readable... JB, the things i do for you.
"This piece needs a focus but my mind is intangible, my writing irrelevant and all thoughts just a fragment of my perceptions on life; Australia - pretty much a hot Britain. Not to downplay its extensive, historical culture or even to make an educated judgement, however it lacks the colour, flavour and smells of other countries I've visited. (Mainly Asia...) It's very
Westernised, a fluid, easy transition from life in one country to the next. People are here to work and live making it a much different backpacking experience. It's harder to make friends because everybody is settled, or maybe that's just my flawed older character emerging, that doesn't want to be bothered with the rigmarole of being best friends with someone for a day to then never ever see them again. I may have grown up (debatable?) since my last expedition or maybe I found that piece of myself I was looking for. (Cliche)
Interesting (again debatable)Australian Observations then:
- Coke is much better from a fan, specifically a tall long can, rather than a short one. And I do mean 'ca cola thanks.
- The avocados are perfection. I could live off avocado forever.
- The coffee here is like gorgeous smack, sends you a bit loopy as soon as you take your first delicious sip.
- I am predisposed to want something that everybody else has, no matter the cost. Namely a nose piercing, a tattoo and to be adorned with pretty jewellery things whilst pulling off the beach chic surf girl look. Unfortunately for me, my hair will not be beautiful. I snapped my hair brush trying to untangle it on my first day in Byron Bay. Sigh. I shall always have a knotty, frizzy cave woman bush.
- I am told, by fairly reliable sources that the O-Zone layer is thinner here so it's much easier to burn. Leaving me with a beautiful English tan on my first few days.
- Australia has the BEST sand.
- Why would you only sell salted popcorn Australia? Whyyyyy?
- They also have the best breakfasts. I'm writing this in my new favourite cafe in Melbourne where you can get the best coffee and the best breakfast. Hell yeah I want an avocado smash, with feta and a poached egg on top. Hell yeah. You are divine. ( My new favourite cafe is attached to a library. It could possibly be my spiritual home.
- It is not cool when you're staying in a shitty hostel with no air conditioning in 45 degree heat for the creepy Frenchman sleeping in the bunk above you to get out of bed in the middle of the night and upon seeing that you are awake, come up to you, stroke your belly and reassure you that everything will be okay. Really not cool. On the same matter of the creepy French man, if you were to hypothetically say leave some knickers accidentally in your hostel room on the day of checking out (hastily packing, trying to make a quick escape), you would not expect the CFM to run after you and pass to you the said pair of knickers in the reception of the hostel, in front of around 30 other backpackers. This is just not a normal thing to do.
- Would you rather is the best game for getting to know people. I now know that my lovely friend Max would rather would rather be a girl with a penis than a boy with a vagina and that he would rather sleep with five ugly women than one beautiful one. Oh Max. I have also learnt that having being asked to make the choice I would prefer to be living in jail than on Mars. The conditions living on Mars are; you would be living with one alien, one Belgian, one American, one Chinese person and one dog. On Mars there is one sofa, one iPad, one butterfly and one pedicab. You can only return one month every year but after ten years you can go home forever. Which would you choose?
- Australian slang is bloody fantastic. No worries = no dramas. It's ok = too easy. Words are shortened. Bottl'o - bottle shop Avo - afternoon Povo - you're a bit skint. There's more...I just can't think currently. Ooooh also, a doona - duvet.
- There are no pints! You can have a pot (half) or a scooner which is more than a half but less than a pint. Crazy!
- Errrr and what's with 45 degree heat in a city? It's bloody ridiculous. My English self can't handle this. It's hotter than the desert in Jordan!!
That's the majority of lighthearted observations I can think of right now. (I hope that this has satiated your thirst for blogging for the time being JB) I could have written about what I've been up to but the answer is just generally nothing. Exploring, reading, playing cards. Finding my spiritual cafe home...
Lots of love,
Loz
I did make some random observations whilst in Byron Bay so I'll copy that down. I had just been reading 'The Myth of Sisyphus' so it's barely readable... JB, the things i do for you.
"This piece needs a focus but my mind is intangible, my writing irrelevant and all thoughts just a fragment of my perceptions on life; Australia - pretty much a hot Britain. Not to downplay its extensive, historical culture or even to make an educated judgement, however it lacks the colour, flavour and smells of other countries I've visited. (Mainly Asia...) It's very
Westernised, a fluid, easy transition from life in one country to the next. People are here to work and live making it a much different backpacking experience. It's harder to make friends because everybody is settled, or maybe that's just my flawed older character emerging, that doesn't want to be bothered with the rigmarole of being best friends with someone for a day to then never ever see them again. I may have grown up (debatable?) since my last expedition or maybe I found that piece of myself I was looking for. (Cliche)
Interesting (again debatable)Australian Observations then:
- Coke is much better from a fan, specifically a tall long can, rather than a short one. And I do mean 'ca cola thanks.
- The avocados are perfection. I could live off avocado forever.
- The coffee here is like gorgeous smack, sends you a bit loopy as soon as you take your first delicious sip.
- I am predisposed to want something that everybody else has, no matter the cost. Namely a nose piercing, a tattoo and to be adorned with pretty jewellery things whilst pulling off the beach chic surf girl look. Unfortunately for me, my hair will not be beautiful. I snapped my hair brush trying to untangle it on my first day in Byron Bay. Sigh. I shall always have a knotty, frizzy cave woman bush.
- I am told, by fairly reliable sources that the O-Zone layer is thinner here so it's much easier to burn. Leaving me with a beautiful English tan on my first few days.
- Australia has the BEST sand.
- Why would you only sell salted popcorn Australia? Whyyyyy?
- They also have the best breakfasts. I'm writing this in my new favourite cafe in Melbourne where you can get the best coffee and the best breakfast. Hell yeah I want an avocado smash, with feta and a poached egg on top. Hell yeah. You are divine. ( My new favourite cafe is attached to a library. It could possibly be my spiritual home.
- It is not cool when you're staying in a shitty hostel with no air conditioning in 45 degree heat for the creepy Frenchman sleeping in the bunk above you to get out of bed in the middle of the night and upon seeing that you are awake, come up to you, stroke your belly and reassure you that everything will be okay. Really not cool. On the same matter of the creepy French man, if you were to hypothetically say leave some knickers accidentally in your hostel room on the day of checking out (hastily packing, trying to make a quick escape), you would not expect the CFM to run after you and pass to you the said pair of knickers in the reception of the hostel, in front of around 30 other backpackers. This is just not a normal thing to do.
- Would you rather is the best game for getting to know people. I now know that my lovely friend Max would rather would rather be a girl with a penis than a boy with a vagina and that he would rather sleep with five ugly women than one beautiful one. Oh Max. I have also learnt that having being asked to make the choice I would prefer to be living in jail than on Mars. The conditions living on Mars are; you would be living with one alien, one Belgian, one American, one Chinese person and one dog. On Mars there is one sofa, one iPad, one butterfly and one pedicab. You can only return one month every year but after ten years you can go home forever. Which would you choose?
- Australian slang is bloody fantastic. No worries = no dramas. It's ok = too easy. Words are shortened. Bottl'o - bottle shop Avo - afternoon Povo - you're a bit skint. There's more...I just can't think currently. Ooooh also, a doona - duvet.
- There are no pints! You can have a pot (half) or a scooner which is more than a half but less than a pint. Crazy!
- Errrr and what's with 45 degree heat in a city? It's bloody ridiculous. My English self can't handle this. It's hotter than the desert in Jordan!!
That's the majority of lighthearted observations I can think of right now. (I hope that this has satiated your thirst for blogging for the time being JB) I could have written about what I've been up to but the answer is just generally nothing. Exploring, reading, playing cards. Finding my spiritual cafe home...
Lots of love,
Loz
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