Melbourne 12

I’ve been busy this couple of days. That explains the lack of materials in my updates.

I’m going for a one day trip to Grampians National Park tomorrow. It’s a lofty mountain zone that rises steeply from the flat expanse of Victoria’s west. Surrounding the park is a land rich in attractions. Throughout the Grampians region there are heritage towns and villages, award-winning wineries, rivers just right for fishing and boating, ancient volcanoes, contemporary cafes and restaurants, splendid art galleries, superb state and national parks, enthralling wildlife, graceful botanic gardens and timeworn goldmining towns (yada yada, I copied this shit from somewhere). The trip would start at 8:45AM till 9:15PM. Initially, Melody and I were planning to stay overnight but it seems that the tour agency doesn’t provide any transport back on Sunday. They could only fetch us back on Monday. However, according to them, the Monday bus service isn’t guaranteed. If they couldn’t get anyone to go Grampians on Monday then the bus wouldn’t be coming to Grampians and we will be stranded in Grampians till the next Friday!
11:33PMMelbourne is not a safe place even though the presence of the police is in every corner. Every time I hang out in Russell St’s arcade, I get worried. The street is famous for it’s drugs, gangsters, mugging and even shooting. Vietnamese are well known for their notoriety. Never ever try to ogle with Vietnamese girls otherwise the next time you’ll know is that a group of Viet guys trying to beat you up. Sharon’s cousin had the same experience but the group spared him. He gave his wallet and his phone to them. Poor guy, all because of a Vietnamese girl who liked him.

Not so far away, few blocks away from Russell St, there’s this place called Lygon Street. It’s famous for fabulous Italian food. The whole street is literally filled with Italian restaurant. However, every shops in this street is linked to the Italian mafia. Italians made up one of the largest migrants in Melbourne and obviously, the presence of mafias are always there. According to the taxi driver who I spoke to last week, the mafias in Melbourne aren’t so violent anymore. They prefer to make money, drive big cars and enjoy life.