So, we touched down in Melbourne after mini flight pastries, thankfully no grey omlettes this time. The time was 7.40am and it was around 28 hours since our last sleep. Olivia (lazerbeam) decided it might be a good idea to leave her kindle on the plane so it could perhaps take a trip back to Singapore but sadly the pilot thought this was not such a good idea and came and gave it back!
We turned up at the hostel at 8.30am to be told we weren't allowed to check in until 2pm, this was sad. 3 hours sat in McDonalds was even sadder. Whilst Fiona (Perkupine) did not quite have the energy to move, Skelicopter and Lazerbeam took a hazy walk in an attempt to find leaflets, leaflets we did find. When we returned Perkupine had been thrown out of McDonalds and was sat at the hostel waiting. After pleading with the lady at the desk we were finally allowed up to our (very cold) room. After several hours napping it became apparent that we had a new room mate, and we were delighted to find that his name began with a T...... Tony Top Bunk was born. He's quite a tall man, around 38 years of age with rather large walking boots and a rather loud snore (which Perkupine didn't seem to be too fond of).
Lazerbeams good friend Liam Ambrose had been waiting with bated breath for many months for her arrival and was most put out when we told him to shut up and go away whilst we slept, so to make it up to him we took a trip to his hostel and had a lovely reunion where he told us all about how fond he had recently become of trees and shrubs following a recent excursion to the Botanical Gardens. After leaving his hostel we decided to catch a tram (in the wrong direction but how were we to know) but were momentarily distracted when a burly gentleman in a dress and high heels came scuffing and staggering towards us. Whilst he did have a wig, makeup and a five o'clock shadow, he seemed quite harmless and smiled benignly as he made his way past (all I can say is I hope I don't walk like that in my high heels when I'm drunk). We watched with some concern as he attempted to cross the tram lines, but thankfully his stillettos didn't get stuck. He stopped for a little rest on the central reservation, and to our surprise and distaste relieved himself like a carthorse without even so much as pulling his dress up, or his stockings down. Satisfied, he continued on his way, and we decided it was probably best to get a taxi afterall.
Too tired to fill you in on the latest but thought it best to share our first impressions of Melbourne. Trams, Trannies, Tony Top Bunk.... All in all it's a lot like Manchester.
Over and out,
Skelicopter & Lazerbeam
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