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Melbourne is trying her very best to seduce me.

A perfect blue-sky day, impossibly warm for this little Tasmaniac still shaking off the winter. Lying on green grass in the sunshine, shooting the breeze, drinking far too much coffee in funky cafes, spending time with my Melbourne peeps and the physical expression of joy that is taiko.

Today was a half-day of drumming and dance workshops with Wadaiko Rindo (and Corch & Leah). Tonight is a taiko concert. Tomorrow is catching up with more lovely friends, with nothing more pressing to do than enjoy myself.

Monday brings work in the Melbourne office, and a frantic 3 days it will be, but Monday night there is more drumming goodness with the Kodo & TaikOz concernt. Hooray! Then home again, home again on Wednesday night to my sweet little city curled around the Mountain.

Melbourne, you'd have a chance of stealing my heart if it wasn't already spoken for.

Cusco, Peru
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Hola Victorians!

I land in your fine city this Friday night for too short a stay with too many things to do, but I would like to see you!

Saturday night: someone name a bar or pub with a good atmosphere and let us all convene there (say 8 pm onwards?)

I know not the good venues in your fine city, but somewhere relaxed, quiet enough to converse, a lil bit funky and not too expensive would be great.

Love you long time!

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It's another of those stunningly beautiful Hobart mornings, the sunlight slanting across the Derwent making the waters sparkle like sapphires, the Mountain wearing a cape low, fluffy clouds, pockets of sunlight and shadow dappled across the slopes.

A perfect morning, warm and rich with possibilities, and yet, walking to the office from the bus, one discordant thought echoed: I need to get off the island again. It's time.

Time to reconnect with the rest of the world, to dip my toes back into the rushing tide of humanity for a few days, long enough to refresh my perspective lest I become another parochial Tasmanian, staring at the big city highrises in slack-jawed wonder.

Good thing I'm off to Melbourne next weekend. It's been almost six months: most definitely time.


Flinders St 2
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Tomorrow morning I pack my bags once more and fly home to Hobart. I have had a most excellent little holiday, but I am ready to be home again now. I've had a chance to put my brain back together a little better and I think I'm ok to cope with my day-to-day reality once more.

I am tired, my muscles are a little sore and after 6 days of laryngitis-induced near-silence I finally have my voice more-or-less back. Grand adventures have been had and shall be posted about once I'm home and have sorted out the photos. I'm on an alcohol and cheese break as of now for the next month or so while my body recovers from the abuse and neglect of the last 3 weeks (work trip to Brisbane, back in Hobart but too sick to do anything, then far too much wine & cheese in Victoria).

Life, eh?
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Ada tree walk, Powelltown State Forest, Victoria

So, I am in Melbourne, having a holiday. Except I am still recovering from the 'flu, so am doing very little other than sitting around wasting time on the internet, which I could do just as well at home, so seems like a waste of my holidays. Tomorrow, however, things shall improve, as my friend Kelv and I are heading down the Morning Peninsular for a day of exploring.

This is not the holiday I was planning. Originally I was booked on a freaking awesome tour across South Australia, including a scenic flight over a flooded Lake Eyre, with a weekend in Melbourne tacked onto the end. I was ridiculously excited about that trip: Going to lots of places I'd never been before, seeing the desert, seeing Lake Eyre, meeting new people. But it was not meant to be: the tour was over-booked and 3 days after booking I discovered I wouldn't be going after all, and due to other commitments I couldn't reschedule the week off until October, when the lake will be drying and the wildlife dying. That didn't sound like so much fun, so plans were changed and here I am in Melbourne, having a nice time, but not quite the experience I was after. Perhaps it's just as well though, seeing as I'm still a little sick.

Ada tree walk, Powelltown State Forest, Victoria

Today I'm resting up, tomorrow we're off to Mornington, and Tuesday we're heading to Daylesford with the lovely [ profile] nurseysarah. Wednesday I'm taking a day to myself to wander about Melbourne city and perhaps make some camera-related purchases, then Thursday-Friday the plan is to head down to Wilson's Promontory National Park for an over-night adventure (that reminds me - must look into accommodation options). There are spare seats in the car, should anyone else fancy tagging along.

Saturday morning I have a surprise in store for my lovely hosts, but the evening is free for social things, then Sunday I fly home again, ready to start another working week and no doubt very pleased to be back in my own bed.

Next holiday though, I'm definitely doing the tour someplace I've never been thing.

Ada tree walk, Powelltown State Forest, Victoria
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Dear wonderful Melbourne-type people,

I am travelling to your fine city next week for work and have managed to extend my trip to be there for the entire weekend (28-29) as well.

I currently have no plans, other than to spend time with as many of you lovely, lovely people as I can manage.

What's happening? Where should I stay? What should I bring?

Yours in anticipation,

T. =o)
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In Melbourne, art has been turned inside out.

No Glitz

A chaos of works is hung on the streets while pop culture adorns the galleries.


Alleyways become exhibition halls, passing pedestrians part-audience, part-installation.

Holy Cow!

The city wears its creative heart on grimy sleeves, shows its passion in the patina of spray paint on weathered brick.

Paste Up

Urban canyons become enchanted spaces where the walls come alive.

Rutledge Lane

Art has become the city, in Melbourne



Sep. 7th, 2010 08:02 pm
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Ah, Melbourne! I could write a love song to that city and I wouldn't be the first.

Nine days right in the heart of urban Australia, in all of it's beauty, ugliness and diversity was exactly what we needed. Coming home again has awakened that sense of displacement: that Tasmania just isn't where we belong. But it's still home for now.

The trip was wonderful. Every day brought another friend and further discovery. We know the most wonderful people.

What did we do?

We shopped and the markets, flirting with the workers.
We drank litres of red wine and ate far too much cheese.
We walked all over the heart of the city, exploring until our feet ached.
We saw art in galleries and on the city's walls.
We enjoyed much good coffee and befriended wait-staff.
We shopped for things that Hobart just doesn't provide.
We went to the movies and we went out dancing.
We revelled in the warmth and incredible welcome of our wonderful friends.
We had the best holiday we've had in a very long time!

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...that our Melbourne trip was made entirely of awesome.

Aquarius-fest 2010 has been fantastic fun, and the boy and I are sorely tempted to make it an annual event.

I'll write more when I've recovered some more from 3 weekends of fun, friends and general hedonism. <3

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