Exploring (Cont'd)

Last night was quite a little time, as happy hour can escalate any situation. I went to a bar called the Lucky Coq, and no, it wasn't a gay bar. It actually was a fantastic place that served unreal 4 dollar pizzas and an exotic collection of brews. My personal favorite was a beer called "Bitch". I kid you not, and it was a very tasty beer as well. I can't repeat any hear, but you can imagine the uncountable number of jokes that can go with that one. I also learned a lesson...if ever inebriated, don't video sky with your parents from Australia. They're awake, alert, sipping coffee, excited to talk to their son, and I'm sitting here slurring, giggling and saying things like, "I am sho not sitfaced."

Once again, I had my daily wakeup at 5:30 due to the ol' lag and time-traveling, though I had no problem with a long morning, as I was spoiled again today with a 65 degree spring day, a tram pass, and no real agenda. All I had to do was run an errand to a store by the river, and see whatever I wanted, for soon I'll be looking for a part time job to bring in some cash. However, for these first few days, I'm making it my mission to see as much of Melbourne as I can.

I started walking down the road away from the river, to an area of the city I haven't seen yet, and unknowingly participated in a protest movement by a left wing party. They got me to sign a petition to lower fares for trams, and hey, I can get on board with that. Then, once they heard my American voice, asked me to subscribe to a newsletter for Socialist and left wing agenda, and wouldn't you know it, Barack Obama's picture was on the front page. I don't claim to be politically savvy, nor do I care that I'm not, but I'm all for moving away from those sentiments. I took a few pictures and went into the library, with the sounds of a microphone starting for what promised to be a rousing speech against government.

I know what you're thinking, "what nerd goes to the frigan library when exploring a city?" And believe me, it's justified. I just had read that there was a writer's exhibit, and I figured, hey, I like writing and exhibits, maybe there's a job fair. Long story short, it was boring and an obvious mistake, so my next choice, out of sheer man code, was to go grab a pint after wading through the hundreds of protesters. I threw up a few more pictures on Flickr, but hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to have some nice ones from the beach area. Oh, and I just set up a trip to New Zealand to fly into Christchurch and drive a camper van to Queenstown. More to come on that.