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The Pit, Down the Alley, Opposite McDonalds

7 Jul

“The Pit, Down the Alley, Opposite McDonalds” – That’s where I ended up Sunday night. Let’s backtrack.

After being here for a couple of day’s I began to feel really dispirited, I haven’t really spoken to any people in my Hostel and it’s miserable weather, I don’t know what to do and every cell in my body is telling me to just forget it and go home. I’ve organised to go with some UK peoples and their Great Aunt and Uncle up the Great Ocean Road towards the 12 Apostle.
Saturday morning arrives and i’m on the road. We stop occassionally along the way to take pictures and to relax a little. Not sure where but im in Australia, on the Great Ocean Road and it finally feels like i’m having a little adventure and seeing some new things. We stop in a town and for an hour or so we all jump around in the sea and take pictures, paddling and chasing seagulls, Nelson looks on a little disprovingly, but eventually even he joins in and decides to have a little fun with the seagulls.

We spent to the night in Apollo Bay where I stay in a surf side Hostel and meet a few people travelling in the opposite direction to us. It’s a fun night as we kill time playing pool with Andrea from Russia who’s studying to be a lawyer in Syndey. Small world. We leave with a pomise to catch up for a drink later when we are both back in Sydney. A promise I intend to keep for he is a decent fellow and it will be nice to be shown some places by a local.

The next day we manage to reach the Apostles and wander up through some beautiful clive sides admiring the power of the sea and the beauty of our surrounds. Well, at least I did.

I slept on the way home and that early evening I spoke with Flo and explained how I was feeling about Melbourne in general, how I was melancholy and did not know many people yet. I was feeling a little down as I still felt very trapped in Melbourne and unsure of to how to spend my time. After a short chat I decided that enough was enough and went and had a random conversation with some guy’s playing cards. We got on rather well and were all hanging out together most of the night whilst I spoke with a guy who was actually staying in the same room as me. We played pool and table tennis and generally had a good time that night. After they had gone to bed I bumped into a Kiwi who looks like Rolf Harris and we had chat’s about some rather random things. We spoke with one of the Bar staff and ended up all going to a club called “The Pit”, originally built as a bar for the staff of “The Crown” casino to retire after work. A recent refurb has enabled this small hidden little place to become a right gem only admitting hospitallity staff. Unbeknownst to the bouncer’s I was blagging for all my worth and managed to get in, where we stayed until around 5am and then stumbled back to the Hostel for 2 hours sleep where my alarm reminds me, and the poor guy in the bunk below that I am supposed to be up and off to the station.

I’ve decided to visit Albury, a town north of Melbourne and just over the border into NSW. As I sat back reading Pies and Prejudice I realised that my feelings of this country being like a big version of the UK might be slightly unfounded.

The train is speeding through lush green fields and rolling hills, forested countryside that could almost be kent.
The misty morning clears around me to reveal blue cloudy skies and sheep, sheep and cow’s everywhere. Which is no surprise given the nature of the countryside.

The train cuts a path northwards and my sense of adventure is at a high, thrilling. The train announcer entices me to purchase a Devonshire tea at $5.40 its an unresistable bargain, of course I will definetely be doing that.

Even after this, there is still an undeniably western feel to the place, except of course the lamas in the backyard, giant semi permanent pools and the low hanging ucalyptus trees.

Australia’s beauty is more obviously now definetely not within it’s modern, close packed cities. Melbourne thrives on a reputation of culture, food, music and film. An obviously unresistable temptation to the modern day backpacker. Alas for it is still 2 weeks wait for an australian film festival here in Melbourne and I cannot decide if it will be worthwhile.

Albury, war memorial, dean st, lunch, trout, green beans, etc, Nelson!!! Aboriginal, sunset, sleep St Kilda, plans to hire car.