Catching up
There are a lot of things that I haven't been able to write about on my weblog due to a lack of time, inspiration or just because I didn't feel like writing. This is an attempt to give you a brief update on all these matters.
Lovely Yarraville
For example there was this ironic event when I had agreed to meet Michael (Taylor, friend from RMIT) in a bar in Yarraville, a suburb two train stops from Footscray. The general idea of Footscray is that it is not one of the best suburbs. There definitely is a drugs problem, but the overall idea that it wouldn't be save is just false. In all the time that I've been living there now, not a single disturbing event happened. It's just that the streets are deserted after midnight. That's most likely why people feel uncomfortable.
Anyway, I took the train to Yarraville and shortly arrived at the station, where I gave Michael a call and arranged to meet at the station. While waiting there I noticed from the corner of my eye the drunk guy who already had been very annoying on the train. Sensible as I though I was, I didn't pay any attention to him. Apparently that was just what he was looking for, as he approached me and started to make all kinds of irrational threats. At first I thought it would be best to still ignore him, but that only seemed to make him even more furious. Thus I replied on his question that I was OK (unlike him, but of course I didn't say that). My answer didn't seem to cool him down. Maybe I should have responded that I was NOT OK, in Eddy Murphy style (see Raw). Fortunately his sober friends prevented him from trying to beat me up. I doubt he would have succeeded in doing that though, as he had enough trouble standing straight. Probably taking one step backwards would have been enough to make him fall over. While he was dragged home by his friends, the cavalry (Michael) arrived, late as always. He was quite stunned when I told him what happened and at first he didn't believe me. He had never had any problems in Yarraville. Whatever people say, Footscray is my save suburb :-).
Melbourne Central
It might not surprise you (after I told you how big Melbourne Central shopping mall is) that I actually got lost inside in one of my first weeks in Melbourne. Well, actually you don't get lost, you just exit the shopping mall in a different street, in my case, two blocks away from where I needed to be. Strolling back to RMIT I came across a billboard with a advertisement for what had to be a Turkish restaurant run by a Chinese owner, as the name of the restaurant read: " Mr. Tulk".
Lovely Yarraville
For example there was this ironic event when I had agreed to meet Michael (Taylor, friend from RMIT) in a bar in Yarraville, a suburb two train stops from Footscray. The general idea of Footscray is that it is not one of the best suburbs. There definitely is a drugs problem, but the overall idea that it wouldn't be save is just false. In all the time that I've been living there now, not a single disturbing event happened. It's just that the streets are deserted after midnight. That's most likely why people feel uncomfortable.
Anyway, I took the train to Yarraville and shortly arrived at the station, where I gave Michael a call and arranged to meet at the station. While waiting there I noticed from the corner of my eye the drunk guy who already had been very annoying on the train. Sensible as I though I was, I didn't pay any attention to him. Apparently that was just what he was looking for, as he approached me and started to make all kinds of irrational threats. At first I thought it would be best to still ignore him, but that only seemed to make him even more furious. Thus I replied on his question that I was OK (unlike him, but of course I didn't say that). My answer didn't seem to cool him down. Maybe I should have responded that I was NOT OK, in Eddy Murphy style (see Raw). Fortunately his sober friends prevented him from trying to beat me up. I doubt he would have succeeded in doing that though, as he had enough trouble standing straight. Probably taking one step backwards would have been enough to make him fall over. While he was dragged home by his friends, the cavalry (Michael) arrived, late as always. He was quite stunned when I told him what happened and at first he didn't believe me. He had never had any problems in Yarraville. Whatever people say, Footscray is my save suburb :-).
Melbourne Central
It might not surprise you (after I told you how big Melbourne Central shopping mall is) that I actually got lost inside in one of my first weeks in Melbourne. Well, actually you don't get lost, you just exit the shopping mall in a different street, in my case, two blocks away from where I needed to be. Strolling back to RMIT I came across a billboard with a advertisement for what had to be a Turkish restaurant run by a Chinese owner, as the name of the restaurant read: " Mr. Tulk".
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