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.
I’m writing this sitting in a cafÃ© somewhere Melbourne, wearing two woolen jumpers, it’s 6PM and dark outside. Looking at the photos I took during the two days I spent in Dubai seems – slightly – surreal. Having friends from all over the world is probably the best thing about studying at an international uni and being able to visit them at their houses is even better. I saw as much as I think was possible during the few days I had in the city and to be honest, although some of the stereotypes that were stuck in my head proofed to be right I had an amazing time, especially in Deira, the old town of Dubai and during our trip to the desert. I loved the colours, everything was somewhere between sand and pastel, and the dust and sand on everything seemed like nature’s own filter. I did take my camera once so a proper post will follow but here are some first impressions of Dubai.Â
A while ago I went to the Filmtheater Kriterion to take photos for a photo series for my internship. The place is probably one of my favourites in Amsterdam Oost, a cinema / bar / cafÃ© / exhibition and event space run entirely by students. I spent an afternoon at the place taking photos, talking to the students working there and getting a super cool insight into the cinema. If not for indie art house movies or cool documentaries it is probably one of the best spots to study when the library on the other side of the street is simply not an option anymore.