Locating Laurent

Melbourne for me has a routine. I have travelled there a few times in my life, spent maybe a week there at a time, maximum and had up to 5 year gaps in between. Generally this works pretty well for me, as it means I know my way around well enough to not get myself completely lost, but not well enough to remember exactly where everything is. Like my favourite Melbourne café for example, I know that it is located somewhere in the vague mid section of the city, I know that it is kinda near a couple of arcades that I can almost recollect the names of, and I also know that it looks like the Gringotts building but with better posture.

As for the rest, it remains a mystery.

A treasure to be rediscovered, each and every time.

Just so, it has become my routine, that every time I touch down in Melbourne, be it via train, plane or once even by cruise ship, I allocate the hours at the beginning of my trip to locating Laurent. So habitual is my nature, that I even order the same Croque Mushroom, Soy Latte and Van Gogh Mousse Cake every single time, and every single time it is bliss.

Four-Thirty

At 4:30 this afternoon I was trying to work.

I really was trying to work.

I was also failing miserably.

A feeling had crept over me, you see, a feeling I have know for many years now, the sharp sting of anticipation, that precedes my every journey. A tingle over my skin, a chill, a readiness that makes my muscles tighten and taught, awaiting the plunge.

When I was younger, a lot younger, it was known to myself as "I'm-going-to-camp-today" feeling, it's very akin to "It's-Christmas-Day-today" feeling, and not at all conducive to getting any work done.

So, as of 4:30 today, I was totally failing at getting anything constructive done, and this is all because, tonight, I am going to Melbourne.

Success aka Blogtoberfest Day 31

I'm a bit chuffed.

Actually I'm a lot chuffed. I have successfully completed Blogtoberfest.

I am so proud of me. I  have posted every day in October. Granted some of my posts have at times been a little on the half-arsed side, especially when I was sick, but even then I posted every single day. It may not seem like much, but this is a big achievement for me. I'm not generally great at being terribly habitual, or reliable, so this is a big, big step.

I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.

I have over-exerted myself a bit though, so I'm going to break for a couple of days. Try not to miss me too much.

Did I ever tell you about the time I rode a Harley Davidson?

We rode out to a giant sand dune. It was on my last full day at the Red Centre.

The isolation of the area is abundantly apparent, once you are outside of the resort and the main tourist areas. From the dune there is almost 360 degrees of nothing, expansive desert and neverending sky, punctuated only by Kata Tjuta and Uluru. A magnificent nothing. 

I can only imagine that the feeling of isolation must compound a thousand fold when it all dies off. At the moment the area is teeming with life due to the incredibly unusual volume of rain they have been experiencing here. Without the green, it would be simply desolate but still majestic. 

On the Mend aka Blogtoberfest Day 29

As of today, after 3 days of feeling like death warmed up, and having fun times hacking up chunks of lung, I am starting to feel better.My cough is still lingering slightly, but I am no longer feeling like darkening the room, and retreating to the foetal position are my only options for the day.

The sun may shine again.

It once again has my permission.

Still Sick aka Blogtoberfest Day 28

Get Well Soon

Yesterday, Sassy Bear brought me home a get well soon pressie, a beautiful single long stemmed rose. It was so lovely.

Today it's gone a bit Beauty and the Beast on me, but I still love it.