Rules were as follows:
- No planning.
- Any pre-conceived ideas are automatically removed as an
option.
- No maps. Not until you get lost.
In 1860, Bourke and Wills ventured out of Melbourne in search of more land. 150 Years later, Sarah and Jennifer did the same and found Moreland. The City of Moreland.
The day began with breakfast at the Galleon in St Kilda. Scrambled tofu. Pancakes. Beauty on a plate. Beauty in a stomach. Or two.
Then we kept driving, discovering many things along the way. Most notably this abandoned brick works joint in Brunswick. We found a way in and explored the uncharted territory.
We decided not to push our luck and carried on in search of the highly acclaimed public toilets of Moreland. When I say 'highly acclaimed', I actually mean 'satisfactory', as per the best results of the countless surveys I have had to conduct on this very subject. Most people familiar with the facilities litter their descriptions with the words 'shit', 'piss', 'disgusting', and 'strange men'. Luckily, the public library toilets were quite nice.
Nice enough to document.
Somehow ended up at the savers on Sydney road, and celebrated with salad and cake for lunch.
Nearing the end of the day we found ourselves near the docks in Yarraville, and hung out at a playground with a view of the loading bays.
Finished off with Japanese at a swanky place in Albert Park where the nicely dressed customers gave us sideways glances and wondered how people like us could afford to eat there. We can't. That's why we ordered the three cheapest things on the menu. Then got icecream.
Somehow we managed to navigate back to where it all began. And unlike Bourke and Wills, we returned alive.
Not half bad for a couple of goofs like us.
Not bad at all.
Sounds like you and Jen had a splendid time. I wish I could have seen you before I left. I enjoyed these photos very much.
ReplyDeletefun blog post, i liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteand that park in yarraville.. i'm there EVERY WEEK!