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FIGHTING FOR SUNSHINE

Well, here we are. Over six months in sunny Australia, four of which here in Melbourne. Not the easiest four months to be honest, as some of you will know but some probably not. April 17th we moved in to our little home, almost exactly the time Jaimie fell ill. (Note - Jaimie is in great health now!) Since then we've been in a state of well, recovery I guess is the best way to put it. Winters never the best time of year for any health issues to arise but then in a funny way, it was probably the best time (if there is such a thing) for us. To be settled in a good home. For as great as van life is, its not the place or lifestyle to suit dealing with and the recovery from any form of serious health issues!

Let it be known, winter in Melbourne is a REAL winter! Packed with all the usual homely treats that one comes to expect from this time of year, yes they've got it all. OK so its no Huddersfield winter but then we're nowhere near chuffin Huddersfield! Am I the only person to come to Australia believing that I was heading to a land where the sun always shone, the beer was cold and people threw boomerangs? Well the beers cold, everything's bloody cold!!

Why not head North? I hear you ask... Well there are a number of things binding us to Melbourne currently, some easier to swallow than others but when I think about it... for all the reasons we might be here now I wouldn't rule out the incessant British voice in us and its sway on our logic, the voice that would only tire of sunshine like winter, which believes that if something's worth pining for then it is worth waiting for, and summer will be all the richer for it.

Saying that... WE JUST WENT TO BALI!

Well its practically an extension of Australia! As a friend of ours states when he hears of our plans, "Well, you haven't seen Australia until you've seen Bali!" Luckily for us he was referring to Kuta, an Ibiza-like destination for hoards of Australians, not exactly the trip we were lucking for, which is fine as Kuta is merely one sorry little corner of a beautiful, epic and diverse island.

'Holiday', not a concept too familiar to Miss Jaimie Beynon, backpacker, vanner, all-round traveller... Fortunately I have a good grasp of the concept and all it should entail. So after some debate and research and some conversations that went something like this.. "hmm, don't you think that moving on to another destination around Indonesia 'everyday' may be a little intense for a two and a half week 'holiday'?.. or "Do we really need an infinity pool with views of the volcano?" (we did actually, yes) Anyway in the end we settled on a near perfect itinerary for all that the pair of us wanted and needed form the trip. Enough babble here's some photo's!....

                                Walking in the back streets of the Sideman Valley when half the village comes
                                rushing out of their homes to gawk at the funny looking British people melting!

birdie bird face from Jaimie Beynon on Vimeo.

DANDENONG RANGES

Cold, moist, grey winters Sunday in Melbourne. We're waiting for Mick and Mel, or 'MIlk' as they are reluctantly referred to as from time to time. Salt of the earth as they are, they've driven over from the foothills of the mountains to save our weary simple minds from the utter confusion of Sunday public transport. For a days driving in the Dandenong mountains, old stomping ground, close to where they both grew up east of the city.

So refreshing to finally see some mountains on the horizon, getting out for coffee and tasting for a first time in too long fresh country air, filled with wood smoke from the hillside chalet homes, reminding both of us instantly of Holtsfield in the winter. The mountains are scattered with Sunday tourist hotspots, tea and scone rooms selling Devonshire tea and cream, rustic single glazed cafes, condensation covering windows that provide a view to a lake in the basin of the valley. Beautiful, helping us feel closer to home than we have in the past four months.

Getting back to nature with some local inhabitants . .

I have never lost so many games of pool, still good beer, log fire and views of the mountains compensated somewhat for the shame . .

And back to our beloved Pinacle, the first Pub we ever came to back in February on Jaimie's birthday, recommended and invited by Milk, now our local, not two minutes form our house, and the best veggie burgers ever!

Awesome day!!!

A DAY OUT DOWN THE DOCKLANDS

The day began with a singular intention, to see some big ships, I knew Melbourne had some, I'd caught a glimpse of the docklands when driving into Melbourne. So with the sun shining brighter than it had in weeks, we set out.

Believe it or not, not the most accessible area in Melbourne, "What you want to see boats, theres tonnes of boats over there", thank you mr builder man but they are not boats, they are floating Ferraris except far less interesting. I want to see big stinking, monstrous, enormous ships!! Anyhoo, no ships but we did find an awesome abandoned warehouse at the feet of the city, completely abandoned (probably). Well course we had to have a look, looks like there was some mental party's in here at some point, this place is almost couple of hundred meters long, floating above the harbour, in-fact some of it now resides within the harbour . . We notice some familiar party give-aways, half rotten, psychadelic flower decorations and such.

Perfect location to shoot either a gangster scene, that or a post-apocalyptic zombie short!

Always nice to find some space in such a large city, even the suburbs can feel a little claustrophobic so to find such a large empty space is a god send and provides some well needed head space.

OH COUSIN, WHERE ART THOU?

So I'd come to Australia some ten odd years previously, stayed with my grandma's sister, and her children who are my age. But that was up in Canberra and for some reason I never thought to question whether they would still be there or not, until I got a message from Ketura, my younger cousin. "Are you in Melbourne?!". I instantly felt a little stupid for not considering that a 23 yr old may have made the move out of Canberra by now, in fact she moved out here when she was 18, but of course!

Strange to see each other so far down the line, really nice though as we got on great. We've since met up a couple of times, at a house party she invited us to, met alot of her friends, lovely people. Nice to have a relation here when we're so far from home. Even better that we get on!

And last weekend her older brother Caleb came to visit, well, I say visit he made time between football games to come and catch up with his sister and us. Fair play, sounds like he works hard, 80 hour weeks arn't uncommon for him. He manages a large bar and poker machine venue up in Canberra, he says he might not have another weekend off for year! So were lucky to catch him, luckier still he's happy to spend his hard earned dosh and treats us all to lunch, beyond all seems like a really lovely chap. Both Jaimie and I are lucky to have such a good bunch out here!

WINTER OR ENGLISH SUMMER?

Winters setting into Melbourne hard, revealingly though that means lows of about 10.c Not exactly freezing. But its turning us into absolute wimps, adorned with scarfs, hats, gloves and thick socks we hit the streets, remembering partying in Huddersfield when it was -15! Funny how quickly you become accustomed to your location and its climate, but more how you seem to instantly attune to their mindset. Embarrassing really for a Yorkshireman and a Welsh girl.

Still the drop in weather has been nice in ways, reminding us of our beloved homelands, encouraging locked away evenings, winter cuisine with the fire on. Really begins to mess with your body clocks though, coming from summer, a little English winter before some Australian summer and now winter again! We keep thinking Christmas is around the corner!

A week back it rained non-stop for a couple of days, good excuse to whip out the full water proofs we brought over, we spent a day stomping around abandoned streets looking like trainspotters on speed. Love the rain when you have the equipment to stay dry. Anyway we're told it was the coldest and rainiest day in Melbourne for 17 years, shame cos it was great fun.

MELBOURNIANS

Sticking to the suburbs is easy when you live in one like Fitzroy, a beautiful medley of colour and bohemianism, with Brunswick street at its centre, imitating uncannily at times our beloved Gloucester road. More awesome bars than is probably sensible on one long street, loads of galleries, pop-up markets, arts, craft, cinema, graffiti . . oh and food, OH THE FOOD!!!

Mick and Mel, friends from Bristol and local to the area have taken us under the proverbial wing, introducing us to they're favourite spots, on and off the beaten tourist track and also to they're friends which has been awesome, nice to have even just a couple of familiar faces around now and then, slowly getting a little network going!

So we've begun job hunting, not employed yet but not yet worried, because there's work everywhere! Coming from the UK its a bit of a shock, there actually adds in windows, people accept your c.v's and ask you questions and arrange trials for you! Ok so its the hospitality industry, but still, theres so much work! enough to play the field a while, make sure we both get the kind of work and place we want.

Great as the suburbs are, they're also a bit of a trap so were glad, if a little anxious when Chris another friend from the 'Clanteen' tempts us into what had almost become an unreal movie back-drop on the horizon, the city of Melbourne!


First stop, the Aquarium!

Storms new found love . . The Leafy Sea Dragon!


Having lived in Melbourne before, Chris gives us the royal tour, liquid italian chocolate, a rooftop bar adorned with animal head plaques, the city's old lead shot tower consumed beneath an epic dome roofed shopping centre, dumplings in china town . . Real good fun over a few days, and perfect timing as Jaimie hadn't been feeling too cracking, so thanks Chris for boosting our spirits when they were low and opening our eyes to the city! :-)

Unfortunately Chris can't stick around as he used his golden ticket for working here previously, so he's of to NewZealand, hopefully we'll see him at christmas for the Bristol - Melbourne expats fiesta!!

PARK LIFE

We'd read an article weeks before about urban vanning in Melbourne, describing how there was a grey area in the law protecting people who wished to sleep in they're vehicles around particular parks in the city, so when we arrived in Melbourne it seemed like the obvious thing to do!

Our Vanny was parked up at Edinburgh Gardens for just under two weeks, whilst we house hunted. The park itself is beautiful and quite accommodating for campers! a drinking water tap, toilets which are cleaned daily, it's funny after a few days living on the edge of the park we found ourselves almost becoming house proud, protective even, "you should have seen the state of the bathroom this morning!". I'm sure its quite a picture for the families picnicking, enjoying the last of the summer to see a long haired hippy stumble half naked from a van, early afternoon and head to the toilet block, towel, toothbrush and razor in hand. The only real issue with living at the park was the lack of shower, though we only had to walk a couple of mins down the road to the local swimming baths for that, at a cost of $4.50, not bad really and a beautiful open air pool!

Two weeks and we find a place to live, a house that is. Choosing to settle in one of the most desirable areas to live in the city made the house hunting a little trickier. Watching Gumtree like hawks, theres a lot of movement, rooms pop up all the time but if your not on the ball they're snapped up just as quickly as they came. I't's crazy, after a couple of days searching, you start to understand just how many people are hoping to find a place in the area, if an add's been up for 6 hours or more, don't bother, it's gone!

We view a few places and meet some local characters, like Khundu, we find his add scrawled on the side of a 'friends of the earth cafe', it reads: "my name is Khundu, I am a 42 yr old vergo rooster, I am an artists, the flat is filled with twigs and leaves, this is how I like to live my life", a nice guy, and a nice flat despite the foliage (and pieces of dead bird), though a little high strung and probably a little intense to share a house with, just the three of us.

So accustomed to living from the van we almost wished there was a safe place we could park up with access to a toilet and shower and reckoned we'd be happy enough, alas, such a place does not appear. We do however stumble upon a lovely house and lovely house mates, in the perfect spot for the right price! Kara and Teelo are a happy, hippy, travelling couple also fresh to Melbourne and have signed a years lease for a characterful bungalow in Fitzroy North. Ow, and it has an outdoor toilet, which surprisingly doesn't take long to get used to, to be honest it probably made for an easier transition into house living, given we're quite accustomed to venturing out for a pee these days!

BACK ALONG THE COORONG AND ON TO THE GREAT OCEAN ROAD

Having traversed these lands only three weeks previously we feel a little like were retracing our steps perhaps a little too soon. Still, this landscape has so much to offer and so many hidden gems that it would be stupid and naïve of us to feel like we'd 'done' this place already, for as we know, you don't 'do', places aren't 'done', as we learn as we take Chaz to see some of what we've seen and stumble on some things we haven't.

We manage to score some local produce driving through the Coorong, some fish caught fresh that morning and sold from someones house, and some local honey, no tender just a fridge next to the road and a trust box for the fee. It doesn't get much more local.

After weeks in a car park, a campsite is a godsend. Having not yet seen kangaroo's in the wild (alive), Chaz is slightly overwhelmed (as are we) when we arrive in a camping spot down the road from the Twelve Apostles to a field full to the brim of roo's roaming AS free as they like. To see so many (50+) so close, can be somewhat intimidating, still they keep to themselves, eating, boxing each other, not paying much attention to us happy snapping.

Kuala bears are odd creatures, not particularly keen on doing anything much, spending they're lives sitting around, getting high and eating. Which is funny, because our dear friend Chaz shares more than one of these qualities. We pull up in the Otways park flagged down by a small asian man, pointing furiously to the top of our van, “ah, another Hiace fanatic no doubt”. No, he's pointing to the Kuala hanging from a branch not half a meter from our roof, a little shocked but unscathed.

Chaz instantly scales the front of the van to get even closer, imagine if you will: The kuala high from the eucalyptus leaves, Chaz high on whatever's to hand, a couple of feet between them, two furry, stoned and bemused creatures, not quite understanding the situation, nor understanding each other. The situation climaxing in Chaz attempting to make contact, raising a finger as if expecting the kuala to follow suite, hmm . . that or shredding his wrist! We persuade Chaz that it's probably not the greatest idea.

Jaimie who of course has seen it all before and is as excited by the Kualas the second time round as she is road signs, attempts to draw attention from the tree hugging marsupials!

After loosing Chaz, our plans focus on Tasmania and a month of adventuring and trekking. But . . after catching a glimpse of our finances, we rethink our game strategy a little, and decide that perhaps its time for some city living, and some work! Time to recuperate the funds somewhat, this country is extremely expensive to live and travel in if your not working.