Melbourne has some sweltering heat this time of year, so what better way to spend this 104-degree day than bake our winter white skin on the beaches of Melbourne. Our cardboard no AC hostel was a mere five-minute walk to the beach so we headed there to catch some morning sun. Birmy crafted a nice tent for himself with his clothes in attempt to block the uvs. After 4 hours we browsed the streets of St. Kilda (a sick beach town of Melbourne) and made our way back to the dilapidated hut of a hostel.
Why we know we are not backpackers…
We got back and tried to be social and we were making small talk with two kids whose lunch consisted of hard boiled eggs and lima beans on toast. No thanks. We decided we needed sushi. Two, after showering we got directions to the local train state from revenge of the nerds dude, and made our way to the Australian Open. Who knew the AO was similar to the world cup; there were Serb hooligans everywhere. It was then time for a Heineken. Needless to say it was necessary to make it up to the front because Carley apparently turned into a tennis fan overnight. Three, we were missing the Home Traveler’s Motel’s weekly Sunday sausage sizzle. Opps. We just also aren’t included with your local backpacker because we choose to shower..and wear shoes.
Welp, see ya next time!
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