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Saturday, July 12, 2008


Going on a trip is like being stuck in a time warp. Seconds, minutes and hours just don't follow the regular limit, and time seems to sneak by like a burglar on a thieving spree. And then, here I am again. Back in Singapore where time and dates matter. And I'm back to fitting things into my schedule again so I can cram it full of fun things to do before school starts. And I'm still living by Melbourne time, 2 hours earlier than everyone else here, I start to get sleepy, and I wake early. A commendable 8am which is far too industrious for holiday season.

The trip was delightful, a breath of cool(cold) fresh air with knock out scenery (basically what happens when you get back late, don't sleep enough and wake up early), with an exotic room mate, a little green (dusty) car and a tour guide that reads off road maps. Oh, and a front seat traveler (also known as Amy, or Elizabeth, depending on mood) that knows all the roads in Melbourne better than the front seat driver.

Free and easy meant we got to do all the things we wanted to do that we couldn't do on tours, like sleep in hostels with common toilets and strangers in your room, wake up dreadfully early by free will and play I Spy with above mentioned green car nearly every morning. You also get to chat with your driver, attempt to engage in conversation in Amy/Elizabeth (who gets verbally abused quite often) and experience turns on Melbourne roads that shouldn't be allowed but we go through anyway.

At the beaches you come close to their most common bird species, the seagulls, as compared to the mynahs, crows, sparrows and pigeons that rule the skies here. You get to listen to the pounding of the waves on the shore and actually see that the sea is blue/green and not a murky, unidentifiable shade of dubious grey. The waves are large and noisy enough to convince you that hey! The sequence in LOTR 1 where the elven princess conjured up a huge wave to wash the baddies away is probably possible and extremely awesome. Koala butts/photographs/spotting rights are not public property but subject to the fancies of the first group that saw them first. You get to niggle and point at random empty trees to throw other visitors off your trail, then giggle at them as they strain their necks to try to spot the elusive koala. Then again you may just pop by the sanctuary where animals are properly labeled and confined to cages where some will develop forms of OCD but are much easier to spot and photograph. (Lame seniors with cold jokes not provided.)

Great ocean roads are so great because you get to see the ocean. And go round bends really quickly. And squish people sitting at either ends of the car. And zi pai and take random photos while delayed by the setting of new roads. Also when you get to the twelve apostles, you can't really see all twelve, you're either a)on the wrong side b)looking at the wrong part c)born really late so everything's eroded away. Sitting in an inexperienced driver's car (whose license was only obtained about a month ago) is a valuable experience so you appreciate the skills of someone who has obviously had more time to practice. Also you start to see the need for insurance, road signs and the brake pedal. Panicking at such a time is not an option, though you could very well try. Blow holes don't really have much of a reason to be called as such, although they'll try to explain the eerie purple light which still doesn't relate to the blow hole name. Stars are much more plainly visible on streets with no light, though the hazard lights of a car are still quite blinding, Venus might occasionally decide to show herself and you pay the price with lots of shivering and teeth chattering. This is all definitely worth it of course, not as if they're asking for a pound of flesh. Though I certainly think someone in our group could have afforded it, what with all the excess food going in and mysteriously disappearing to the twilight zone or as of yet undiscovered dimension.

Krispy Kreme does not and will not live up to expectations when you don't sleep enough and feel uncomfortable enough to puke. After which pop a panadol pill, nap on table for 15odd minutes and it should go away. Chinatown is marked by distinct, tacky doorways/archways which horse drawn carts pass under on a daily basis, talk about fusion. Foreigners are always more enthusiastic at the opportunity to use chopsticks and ethnic cutlery than locals are who see no point and all look for convenience instead.

(Due to unforeseen circumstances, my muse has fled me and I shall have to continue on this piece in another post in another style of writing. Aka I haven't been able to get myself back in the rambling, half asleep mood I was when writing this post. And ger has requested for (dubious) entertaining reading material so here it is.)