|JB: not looking his best|
We ride the tram back to his home in Brunswick. This part of Melbourne's not like anywhere I've been before; lots of cool little shops and eateries but all in a very 70s style (I didn't know wallpaper was back in?). But what Brunswick lacks in interior design it makes up for in great pubs. And I mean pubs. Proper pubs that feel like the pubs back home. And they sell pints! I order one excitedly and feel the effects immediately; after 2 months drinking schooners this pint is like being kicked in the clackers by a kangaroo. In a good way.
|Takoyaki being made at the night market|
|Are you game?|
We head to a few galleries in the NGV and then JB suggests we go and see some 'bush paintings'. Having never heard of a bush painting before my mind conjured up all sorts of meanings but I was relieved to find some beautiful depictions of some of the first settlers arriving in Australia. Little did I know how much of an expert JB turned out to be in regards to his heritage. As we strolled around the paintings he told me stories of famous explorers and prison escapees. It is really unbelievable that these first settlers could survive such a country with its harsh terrain and lack of amenities (not to mention the bloodthirsty kangaroos). They're a tough sort these Aussies.
We finished off the day with a visit to one of the regular night markets. With rows and rows of food stalls including every national dish under the sun we really did work up an appetite trying to decide what to eat. And then you have to stay for ice cream as they have every flavour imaginable. A few post dinner beers later and we end up in a nice pub called "the Oxford Pub" typical. The streets all begin to look the same and the trams are all heading in the wrong direction. We flag a taxi home and try to sneak in so we don't wake JB's housemate. The chook in the garden has other ideas though and makes a terrible racket. I'm beginning to feel at home in Melbourne.
Next time: I play a gig in Melbourne and witness a horny Koala bear courting a tree at the Healesville Animal Sanctuary (rated PG).