Aussie Day 2: Right then left. Right then left.
10:30 A.M.: Groan… Is that sunlight coming in the window?
I finished Day 1 at the best rockin’ lounge – EVER, a place called Cherry Bar. Many of you already know my story about meeting the drummer from The Sleepy Jackson last time I was here. I figured the easiest way to stay up to my normal bedtime (12pm or later) would be to make a stop by Cherry Bar. As expected the music was unreal, spun by a guy who looked like somebody’s grandfather which would explain his huge pile of unbelievable vinyl and original 45 singles of the Stones, Beatles, Creation, and more. And get this, as I was leaving the place I noticed that it’s located on ACDC Lane. Enough said.
9:00 P.M.: After getting my jet lagged butt out of bed, I headed down to the Yarra River for lunch. I ate a plate of Thai-fried rice but spent most of the time staring down a sea gull with attitude problems. I think maybe we should just call sea gulls what they are: airborne oceanic beaked rats.
The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the city, reacquainting myself with the streets, lanes, alleys, and such. All in all, not too much to comment on, other than the continued beautiful weather, amazing shopping, beautiful people, killer fashion, back alley cafés and boutiques, the architecture, blah, blah, blah…. I walked, and walked, and walked. I don’t know how anyone can be overweight in a pedestrian city like this. Come to think of it, don’t know if I actually saw fat people. Go figure.
Lesson learned (again) today. Since you drive on the left here, I’m constantly stepping into oncoming traffic. I have no chance NOT looking like a tourist at this rate. At least in London, they actually have warnings painted on the streets telling you (meaning tourists) which way to look. I spent a lot time today mumbling, “Right then left. Right then left. Right then left.”
After a light dinner of Spanish tortilla and chorizo at a Tapas joint down the street, I retired to my hotel room to download today's photos, and get this post ready. The sun has just finished going down, and I’m sitting in half light, watching the night come to life.
Comments
Great photos my friend.
I love hearing tales about other cities. It makes me feel not so landlocked.
Ms. Nat and I will be burning our bras at Le Tigre on Wednesday so if you come back and all her lingerie is charred and she hates you because you have man parts, you will know why.
Posted by: Douleur Divine | December 4, 2004 08:09 PM