Ending Where I Started

I got let loose on my own. It really wasn't that bad at all. I gave myself a plan. To find the Victoria Market. The day was a success all round I think. But a little more about it.

I started off the day in my hostel room, determined not to make my way toward the McDonalds that is conveniently situated across the road. I wanted to have something different, something that wasn't on the High street at least. I even decided to walk into the city a different way. Instead of turning left at the traffic lights, I followed them straight on (rebellious, I know). But that route looked so pretty and I hadn't taken it before. As it turned out, the route I took was the 'back way'. Simply just the other side of the Casino that I walk past normally. Well, at least I wasn't lost!

Then I took myself on lefts and rights at random intervals, leading me up a street that was full of little cafes all serving breakfast. You could say it was all just going to plan wonderfully. I knew what I wanted, it was all about the pastries. I stopped off at a juicing bar, selling Ham and cheese Croissants and Pain Au Chocolat. The staff were so friendly and I even forgave that my Mocha was not to taste. The food itself was delicious!

I made my way to Flindlers Street, and perched myself on what I guess must just be the Square. It was a great atmosphere and the sun being out just made it even better. So my next port of call was to find the Market. It took me about an hour and a half, turning this way and that way and going back on myself a few times. But I found it eventually. To be honest, I was enjoying my own company that much I really didn't mind. I was just happy taking everything in, at my own pace.The market was like any other, Deli counters, Fruit and vegetables and of course the general market tat! 

Then I didn't really know what to do, so for the rest of the day, I wandered the city. I must've walked the same block around 20 times. I stood looking out at some of the building opposite me, watching some street entertainment. In fact I even got chatting to the guy. I should have known there was an ulterior motive behind this though. Its always awkward when a friendly chat becomes and in depth conversation about the devastation of the Great Barrier Reef and the coal that is slowly destroying it. (see at least I took it all in). A very clever way of getting peoples attention though.

Later in the evening, I did manage to make it out for a few drinks. Back to the roof top bar where my City experience began. The place was even better at night time. As with most of the city. Its a different kind of hustle and bustle. People are out doing what they enjoy. Letting their hair down. The music is funkier. The city at night time is my favorite time. 

I departed ways from my friend, and began to make my way home. It took me a few hours and two wrong trams but I got home in the end. Proving that all roads lead you in the right direction eventually. So after walking up the very street I had begun the day on, I had never been so glad to fall into bed. 

It was a great day to get lost in the City.