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Hung-over and a little sleep deprived, I woke up with Freddie pretty early to pack for our flight to Melbourne that was in 2 hours. Freddie slept over the night before so we could coordinate getting to the airport. Efficiency! My parents drove us up to Perth Domestic and only managed to mispronoun Freddie once! Go them!
We boarded the tiny A320 and sat in our tiny seats wedged between the plane’s tiny windows and tiny aisle acutely unaware that we would be soon be upgraded to seats that would give us three times the leg room. This would not prove to be a good thing [[more]]
As we watched perth disappear beneath us like a slowly shrinking miniaturised toy railway set and the seat belt signs came off, freddie got up to use the bathroom. When they came back, it was pretty clear that shit had gone down. Freddie had fainted and vommitted a few times and was now trying to keep down what little remained in their stomach. Eventually We were both moved to the notorious ‘row 30’ at the back of the plane which was the only part that was vacant. Under the constant supervision of myself and pretty much every flight attendant, Freddie spent 3 hours in what looked like agony while we all just looked on, unable to do anything but occasionally grab things for them. I didn’t sleep because I was told by a flight attendant to watch out incase Freddie started shivering. The flight ended, eventually, and we found ourselves in what must have been the budget terminal, if you could even call a fenced off conveyor belt on the tarmac a terminal and kind of shuffled towards the Skybus.
As we approached the city it just got bigger and cooler. This grungy urban city already had me and I hadn’t even set foot in it. We got dropped off in a train station that seemed to stretch on forever, it wasn’t even the main train station yet it was about 15 times the size of Perth’s biggest station. I was just blown away by how such an enormous system Was even describable by timetables.
Freddie was still feeling really sick at this point so we got some things from the chemist and went to try and find a train to take us to Freddie’s friend, Elle in Clayton.
Holy shit… That train ride.
Maybe it was a combination of sleep depravation and a really boring plane ride (there were too many clouds), but i could not handle how beautiful Melbourne’s grungy, antique architecture is. We passed those beautiful old stations like hawksburn and it seemed every few hundred meters there was an old red brick factory with a huge chimney.
There were naps at Elle’s and we were fed some delicious mushroom student dish. Elle even offered for me to stay the night. Considering I had never even met Elle until then they were pretty hospitable :P Freddie and I ended up in The Lucky Coq somehow and afterwards I caught the train to the hostel i’m currently staying at called Home at the Mansion, a really nice backpacker place right in the heart of Melbourne on Victoria Street. I snuck in to my room and tried to set myself up without waking up my roommates when i rocked up around 11:30 but i forgot to pack a towel, toothpaste, toothbrush, nail polish, razor, shampoo or soap. Luckily there’s a 7eleven down the road, so I went for a little walk and got a few essentials. Also a Krispy Kreme
Okay my writing is slowly degrading as I start to fall asleep so I’ll just post this. On the agenda for tomorrow: exploring! I want to check out fed square, maybe do a bit of sketching. We’ll see!
Ohh noooooo poor Freddie! D: Getting sick on a plane sounds like an awful experience. Was it travel sickness or something?
You two are cutie patooties though I’m glad you’re having so much fun now that you’re in Melbourne. :3