Forever Paisley

My four-hour flight from NZ to Oz went smoothly.   They, of course, forgot my vegetarian meal on the plane and tried to argue that the beefy like substance in the middle of the ravioli was veggie.   I didn’t buy it for a second.  A bread and butter lunch and two trashy movies later, Lindsay was at the Melbourne airport to pick me up.

On the way home we stopped in Brunswick, where she used to live, and hit up some of her favorite dives, The Spot and Union Hotel.   Lindsay and I both grew up on, and are quite fond of cheap, watered-down beer but PBR and Miller High Life are hard to come by in these parts.  We quenched our thirst with a few Australian brews and caught up on life’s happenings.  When the liquid diet not longer served us, we headed to Vegie Bar for a delicious, vegetarian dinner.  The tables were packed.  The crowd was hipsteresque. The menu was huge.  Curries, pastas, salads, wraps, pizzas, raw desserts … you name it, they had it.  In the end I settled on the falafel wrap and was quite satisfied.

With another time change and five plane rides under my belt, I was pretty tired.  Rather than force anything, I hit the hay early and caught up on my rest.  This morning I woke up refreshed and ready to go again.  Lindsay just scooted off to work so I am going to use the day to explore Melbourne.   I would try to get lost, but the strategic city planning here might make it difficult.  Anything is possible …

Day 9,538.  On the lookout for Kangaroos.

Cherrettie