For the first part, I want to share with my avid readership my story on how I occupied myself in the city of Melbourne for a night. This is very difficult task when one is by herself, actually. It is a highly boring past time. I decided that seeing a movie would be a very convenient way to use up as much time as possible, so I arranged to see the 9:45 screening of the Spanish film Broken Embraces at Nova Cinemas in Lygon Street.
Now going to the cinemas is not something I often do, especially by myself. In fact, this is the second time in my life that I have been by myself in the cinema. I thought it to be a very novel thing to do, and I felt a little bit like Holden Caulfield. I did enjoy the film, but I am not going to say anything about it because I did not enjoy it enough to render it worthy of my opinion. I take my opinions very seriously, and I do not pride myself on forming bullshit opinions on films; I leave that for art. However, I will say this: it did contain attractive people, and this is always a bonus in life. I can see why my dad is in love with Penélope Cruz, for she is a little bit magnificent.When the film ended at around midnight, I decided to stroll back into the city via the University of Melbourne.
The old quad looked like a scary castle and I did get a wee bit frightened. I wasn’t sure how I would defend myself against a bat attack, or any angry ex-professor ghosts who might haunt the old arts building. Or what I would do if the sinister black cat I saw skulking around decided it didn’t like my presence in his midnight crib and set his bats and/or professor ghosts on me. After about 20 minutes, I was literally too scared to stay any longer and went back to Swanston Street in search of caffeine. This I found in a grotty cafe called L’incontro, which just happens to be open 24 hours. Here, I read Steppenwolf for an hour and had a strong soy cappuccino to keep me awake. The coffee was alright, but the cup had marks all over it. I didn’t really mind, it was 1am and the shop doesn’t sleep. I will forgive it for having dirty crockery. Soon enough, I thought it time to retire to Spencer Street Station to sit out the remainder of the night and await the bus that will take me to the airport. Once again I didn’t mind this fact. Like Melbourne Uni, Spencer Street is unusually active at 1:30 am; there were young foreigners milling about all over the place which provided a mild form of entertainment. When the young German boys playing soccer with a tennis ball bored me, I went back to Hermann Hess. Considering my mind had stopped functioning 90 minutes earlier when the coffee had stopped doing what it does best, reading a man’s existential struggle while falling asleep seated in a train station proved to be a bit too much for my mindtank.
I ended up spending the remaining minutes looking at the beautiful coach terminal scenery.The bus came, I gave the man my ticket and got on, and he took me and some more foreign backpackers to Avalon. Here, I didn’t need to buy any more coffees, I was far too excited and awake to need them. I embarrassed myself like I knew I would while checking-in when I didn't realise I had already web checked-in, and waited for my flight. My goodness planes are fun. You never know whether they’re going to stay up in the air or not. I couldn’t figure out why everyone around me was sound asleep,
when we were I-don’t-know-how-many-thousand-feet in the sky! I was also granted the opportunity of seeing the sunrise from this high in the sky. I made sure that when I chose my seat that I had a window seat facing the east for this purpose. I am a little bit particular when it comes to things like this.The story only gets more exciting from here, my friends, when I actually venture out of the state! Stay tuned for more adventures, won't you.
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