After spending the first night in Caloundra and a short detour to the Kondalilla National Park we drove to Noosa, and these 4 days were probably some of the best I have had in Australia so far. Finally, finally, I got to go surfing, and we spent our time laying on the beach (obviously covered in SPF 5000, because Australia…), eating the BEST veggie burger I have ever had in my life at Betty’s Burgers, shopping bikinis, and playing card games at the hostel.
The last week we spent traveling along the Sunshine Coast, applying litres of sunscreen and living on watermelon. I didn’t take too many photos with my camera (try carrying approximately 5kg in your backpack when it’s 35 degrees) but still enough for 2,3 posts, about the Kondalilla National Park, a little bit of road tripping and the amazing Noosa National Park. Be prepared for an endless amount of cheesy sunset photos.Â
We drove all the way to the London Bridge Lookout, finally went on the hike we had been waiting for all day (it turned out to be a 10 minute hike but better than no hike right), and then after a while we actually found a spot where it was slightly less windy, as in, we didn’t have to fear to be blown off the cliffs. We still had a bag of M&M’s, so we just sat there waiting for the sunset, holding on to our hats and caps and everything else that could just take off any minute. And then clouds appeared out of nowhere and there was no sunset after all. Still, one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen.Â
We waited 3 hours for our car, we had to change our itinerary, we ate half of our snacks before even sitting in the car, and when we were all ready to watch the sunset clouds showed up out of nowhere. Could have just stayed at home. But then I probably would have missed out on one of the best days here so far, with this group of amazing girls (who are all, fortunately, incredibly photogenic). And on a picnic by the beach (and a near-attack by seagulls), on the opportunity to take jump-photos for the first time in probably 6 years, and in general on just the most beautiful trip.
I walked past De Clieu on Gertrude Street in Fitzroy and it took me approximately 2 seconds to fall in love with this place. It smelled like strong coffee and fresh croissants and pastries, and I knew if there was any place to get all my friends together for a massive brunch it would be here (active wear included, obviously, because that’s how we brunch in Melbourne…).Â
A few weeks ago Hannah and I took the train to the coast and spent the day walking up and down the beaches around Torquay. It was one of the best days I have had here in Australia so far, it was warm and sunny (for once…), we brought food (a lot) and it just did not feel like winter at all. We spent all day watching the tiny surfers waiting for the perfect waves, soaking up the sun and reapplying sunscreen every half an hour â€“ winter in Australia at its best.Â
In Melbourne they say that “if you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes” â€“ and I swear, it’s true. It’s so true it’s not even funny anymore. Obviously, it started pouring rain while I was waiting outside to meet a friend somewhere Collingwood, literally just a moment after I had thought how beautiful the sunset would look like that night. I ran around a bit, trying to find a roof to take cover from the rain while waiting, and then I suddenly found Rupert.
Last Saturday I went to Prahran, a neighbourhood south of the Yarra river, where black gym pants, tiny dogs and expensive sunglasses are clearly an unwritten rule. The average young Prahran couple seems to be spending their Saturday mornings buying fresh cheese, overpriced granola and organic avocados at Prahran market, having their (probably fifth) coffee at a cute little cafÃ© stall before getting take-away sushiÂ for lunch. Or anything else, as long as it is all-natural, handmade, organic â€“ and clearly falls under gourmet. But then again, who am I to judge, dreaming of exactly that as my own Saturday morning routine. I’d probably even wear matching gym shoes.Â
It’s been almost four weeks since arriving in Melbourne. Feels more like 4 days and if someone would tell me it’s been four months I wouldn’t doubt it either. Time is a strange concept. The last weeks were amazing and exhausting, ups and down (luckily less of the latter), meeting new people, trying to find nice cafÃ©s (easy) and hidden lecture halls (not so easy) and a seat in the library (preferably one with a power plug, but chances aren’t high…). Filling out forms and enrolling in classes, going for pizza with my new housemates, and on hikes in the mud with a bunch of overly excited exchange students.
I left Dubai only a week ago but it feels like I have been in Melbourne for much longer already. The past week was super busy, I ran from one room viewing to the next, from administrative appointments to introductory events at uni, to drinks with new friends and all that back and forth and back and forth. But still, sunset at 5PM means a lot – a LOT – of time spent sitting in cafÃ©s, and in between enrolling for classes and looking for a new home and furniture I found some time to edit some more photos I took in Dubai.