this week we went on a kerouac around victoria. down around the great ocean road - beaches and fish and chips and cold, fucking, wind - then past the twelve apostles with bronte weather - then up through the grampians. we drove and drove and drove. stayed in backpackers hostels and with a nice german guy called steve and in some ugly motel. took all the exits for sightseeing. saw kangaroos. emus. koalas. beaches. art. we painted, sang, sat around the fire, cooked fresh and ate at cafes and fish co-ops and pubs.
now i'm back and i had bagels for lunch while a pretty lady played saxophone in a laneway, my friend had a spanish coffee shot and the waiter told us all about his life. i love travel, but i love melbourne too.
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