Okay, I hate to tell you this, but in the winter, like now, Melbourne is kind of blah.
St Kilda, the Seminyak of Melbourne as I called it, is dead. We went there and spent like 2 minutes before taking the ride back to the town to visit the Queen Victoria market. Unfortunately, it was closed for the day, and it rained suddenly, so we had the unthinkable tourist thing to do: we went back to our cozy little hotel. Well, at least it has a heater inside, we justified.
It was four hours ago.
My cousins continued doing another unthinkable thing while travelling; they went to sleep.
I have been fighting the urge, so here I am, sitting in the dark, writing to you and watching Ellen, who just shared with the world what’s the dirtiest part in a hotel room, and she said everything. Everything’s filled with germs.
And I’m watching it from the hotel room. So, okay.
At least we didn’t have much planned for today.
I wanted to see South Yarra and Queen Victoria Market, but both didn’t turn out as planned.
Next time, I guess, since I have decided to move here. As a local, I could think of many things to do during blah Melbourne winter, like sitting home and watching TV, minus the guilt. Heat my microwave food or fly back home to every sunny Bali.
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