I had to go to Melbourne for work. It was only a day trip, but I enjoyed it. It was my first trip to Melbourne.
I was supposed to catch the 5am flight down but unfortunately, QANTAS decided that they would cancel it. Gee ta… So I needn’t have got out of bed at 2am to catch this freaking flight. So I made some new friends while waiting. There was an old couple whose flight to Sydney also got delayed. They were flying to the US and were supposed to meet the connecting flight there. Luckily the follow on flight was leaving 5 hours after the original flight landed. We got talking and the lady said to me, “Gosh you look shocking”. Thanks love, I’ve only got to go do some work stuff when I get to Melbourne. So glad I’m not in the running to get a man. Love you Glen…
I have to say, when I got my breakfast on the plane, I was extremely happy. It was the best breakfast I have had in quite some time. I had an Egg on an English Muffin (I pulled the bacon off - I don’t really eat meat), I had yogurt with berries and toasted muesli, orange juice, water, cuppa tea and I saved my muesli bar for later. It was the best thing about my flight.
When I finally got to Melbourne (at 10am), I had to rush to do my work thing before noon. I waited and waited in the taxi line. Then the taxi driver I got couldnt speaka da english so well - so I kinda hoped he knew where I needed to go. It turned out well thank god.
Once I had got the work thing done, I grabbed a random and asked for directions to St Kilda. I had done some research about Melbourne Op Shops and I heard that Sacred Mission on Grey St was good.
The directions I got, go over to the tram station (the stations are not like the ones in Brissie), get one going this way (see the lady waving her arm in one direction), get them to open the door and ask if they stop at Grey St. Ok sounds easy enough.
I walk to the station (its a set of lights dammit), a tram stops, the driver opens the door. I ask him, “Does this stop at Grey Street, St Kilda?” Next thing I know, this bugger has closed the door on my head. I said “Guess that’s a no.” My opinion of Melbourne people was not very high at this point. I said to myself, if the next tram driver does this, I’ll get a cab.
The next tram stops, I ask the driver the same q as above. His answer “Sure does love. Hop on and I’ll let you know when we are there.” My faith was restored.
When I got to Grey St, I walked the wrong way. Doh. I called Glen. He told me that yes I was in fact going the wrong way and he even told me what stop I had got off on the tram.
I got to the Op shop. OH MY GOD!! I was there for 2 hours and didn’t get to look at everything. I got lots of brand name stuff and I only spent $26. WOO HOO!!
When I realised the time, I had to quick foot it to the airport. I ran (well walked quickly) to the main street and hailed a taxi. He told me that I had heaps of time before my flight… He said he would go the “quick scenic route”. It was great, he was pretty much giving me a tour.
The flight home was really turbulent. We went through lots of thunder storms. The chic next to me was not doing so well. I asked her if she was ok and if she wanted to hold my hand… Well, her nails were digging into me… But she felt better…
Glen’s Aunt & Uncle were flying in from NZ at 630pm so I hung around to pick them up. During the wait, I went to the DFO and finished off my Christmas shopping.