This isn’t a blog post
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This is poetry, this is life rules, this is Melbourne.
Everything in Melbourne isn’t what it seems.
Clothes stores sell coffee
Barbers are cobblers and more
Old is new again
Our first activity in Melbourne was to check out Fitzroy, one of the hippest neighbourhoods in the world. The best way to experience this area is to walk down random laneways, appreciating the graffiti art, and walk into open doors marked with a subtle sign. Inside you’ll find the coolest cocktail bars, basement barber shops, converted factory restaurants and more. Our first stop was coffee, down a lane way, from an airstream camper van, camouflaged in military netting. I ordered an Iced Dirty Chai, as one does in hipsterville. It arrived, I sipped, and immediately spit it out. It tasted like nothing I’ve ever had in my mouth before. Miranda claims that it was authentic chai, hand-pressed, with traditional spices only found in India, and this laneway. I was thankful to have refreshing water to wash the flavours away. The glass came from a fridge, the water was served in a thermos. It was luke warm. The fridge was unplugged, the thermos was ironic. Why?
This experience has left me with 2 thoughts.
- I want my “fake” dirty chai
- I need a new rule. Rule #4 Set expectations and meet them
The rest of our Melbourne experience was filled with city livin’ fun.
We walked for days, checked out other cool neighbourhoods, Fitzroy, Carlton, St Kilda and Brighton Beach.
I got a hipster beard trim and am working on a badass curled moustache – stay tuned.
We even developed a new socialites circle who like board games! Our new kiwi friends Justine and Richard were pretty great, although I still don’t understand why they left NZ 😛
Anyways, city life is fun, but back to Road Tripping, Great Ocean Road, here we come!
