Monday in Melbourne
Cold and fresh, undeterred by either tiredness or the chill factor I went with Kepsibel into the city where we had a great breakfast at Captains of Industry a most unusual, hipsterish cafe. Industrial in design it used to be an old shoe factory and is now retro fitted to accommodate an airy cafe staffed by faintly bearded young men who look vaguely Amish and pale. The food was wonderful soda bread with mashed avocado and a pear, almond and saffron chutney.
Sufficiently fueled we went to collect the items on my first part of the shopping list, which was fun, if not a bit overwhelming to be amongst such choice and retail affluence. We found bargains in David Jones, where I was also mistaken for a sales assistant, which I didn't mind so much so I did my best.
We went to ACMI and spent a brilliant afternoon amongst the exhibits in the free Moving Pictures event.
Afternoon tea was taken in DeGraves at another hip coffee place, Melbourne does eating really well and this was borne out again at dinner which we had in the Retreat Pub in Brunswick with Severen, Lyndon and Af. After cider and nachos Kepsibel and I took the train back into the city and then out to South Yarra where I got a tram to the hotel and she continued to Balaclava. On my own I found the emptiness of the streets a little daunting as I waited for the tram, and pondered the subtle shifts that get made in the subconscious mind through altered environments.
Tripping Out
This is just tripping out..so I went to Singapore, confident that all the instructions I had left, the money I had paid and the reliability of all those I had engaged would combine to ensure I returned to a straightforward move tomorrow. How could I have known that my assistant had been held captive in his temple for the last three days following a fall, that the rain had prevented the workers at the new house from painting but allowed them time to smash all the floor tiles in preparation for the new floor which cannot be made now because of the rain. How could I know that on waking this morning all these disasters lay ahead ..because none of them thought to sms me, leave me a note or any other form of communication..so here I am in a house that is half packed with my assistant negotiating a release form the priests and the rain falling down. Should I have recognized the signs like the oh so rude taxi driver from the airport, the crazy traffic and the general malaise that has people l...
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