I thought Melbourne is just pretty, fantasy, exotic.. I will be reading a book while sunbathing on an open field, with a glass of red wine at my side and Subway sandwich on a Saturday morning. NOOO.... Nothing close to this has happened!
Worse, there is a huge patch of red wine stain on my jeans right now because of a drunk old Australian guy who dropped his glass on the table and have all the red wine in that glass splashed on me. Like a full glass of red wine. I couldn't believe that's what I get like within 10 hours in Melbourne.. Where did my dreamland go?
|March 13th - Friday evening stroll after beer, before dinner.|
|Tram wire like spider web.|
|Seagulls could be annoying.|
|Southern cross station on a bright Saturday morning|
|The persistent to give a great shot even it's raining on a Saturday evening|
|30 seconds shot of the Webb bridge.|