It is mid January and Melbourne is in the beginning of a plus-40-degress-four-days-in-a-row period, and these are of course coinciding with my first days in the city. When I arrive at Tullamarine airport just after midnight local time it's well above thirty celsius. As I can't check in at the hostel until 10am the following morning, I spend my first night sleeping on a pile of laundry bags in the corridor.
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| City glitter. One of many evenings at the Spencer's balcony, watching that darn ferris wheel. |
Despite how it literally hurts to breathe in the heat, I am very excited to explore the city. Here's like a mixture of Bristol, Stockholm and perhaps New York City. (Perhaps, as I've never been to the big apple). Colonial buildings crosses skyscrapers and street art. Some days I feel, because of the time difference, like I live in a universe parallell to where my loved ones are. While they're doing their morning chores and head off to work/university in Europe, I'm in the future wandering these streets and if I were to get run over by a tram, this town's full of them, no one would know who I even was.
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| Can't write about Melbourne without featuring Ganesha. |
Being alone and nearly broke in a new city is definately a challenge. But it is an important lesson that everything works out, eventually. I find a job cleaning at different festivals (festival season, yay!), do work for accommondation at the hostel (where I'll end up staying for the next 4 months) and meet some really good people to spend time with in the Melbourne summer. Suddenly the sun is shining again.
