Australia surprised the shit out of me. In my head, it was another English-speaking, US-like country. Boy was I wrong. Australia is unique, delicious, caffeinated, cultured, drunk and wonderful, and I only touched the surface.
I made a LONG overdue visit to Australia to visit a dear college friend and her partner. Like me, my friend has dual citizenship (hers with New Zealand, mine with England) so she has lived and worked there for years and it’s downright depressing it took me this long to go. Partially because other trips kept popping up to various other continents, partially because my friend is a WAY better friend and frequents California so much that I still get to see her, and partially because the flight terrified me (I’m convinced I am going to die like the LOST cast). If your concern is the flight, then go ahead and SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. If you eat on the right schedule, medicate perfectly, never let your wine glass go more than half empty (or half full?), and fly Qantas, you are fine. I had no problem and arrived in Melbourne fresh as a goddamn daisy.
My friend lived in Melbourne, which is where I spent the majority of my time, but she works as Communications Director at MONA (more on this spectacular place in my Tasmania entry) in Hobart, Tasmania so she is constantly back and forth between the two places. I will be going back to Australia to revisit Melbourne again, absofuckinglutely.
I hate city analogies (“ohhhh Wicker Park in Chicago? It’s like the Abbott Kinney of Venice.”). But goddamnit, I’m going to do it. Melbourne is like San Francisco, CA and Brighton, England had a badass baby. It’s fun, walkable, and downright delicious.