Stringing together a collection of Melbourne’s best street art is about as silly as creating a roundup of the city’s best coffee shops: there’s just too much of both of them to condense into one guide or Top 10 list, and they’re constantly changing.
I’m a little weird about birthdays. Some years I let mine pass with nary a frill; others, I use it to justify any and all passing whims and indulge with zero guilt.
I very nearly skipped Phillip Island on the roster of Victorian excursions to take from Melbourne. All you ever hear about it is the famous Penguin Parade, and honestly I’m not super interested in schlepping a couple hours just to watch these creatures waddle onto shore at dusk.
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The Down Under Report is a monthly recap of my time and money spent in Australia on the Work and Holiday Visa in 2015. Be sure to check out the other monthly recaps as well!
In the past few years, I’ve taken to exploring cities by boat. I’ve passed beneath all of London’s Bridges on a city cruise down the Thames, sailed Boston Harbor on a sailboat, and gotten to know the heart of Chicago on a river boat.
I spent a good chunk of November immersed in the coffee world: I become a regular at My Other Brother while living in Camberwell, tried out a few new Melbourne cafes (Monk Bodhi Dharma and Prospect Espresso were ace finds), and most exciting of all – I enrolled in a bunch of barista courses at the Australian Barista Academy (ABA).
Welp, the moment I’ve been dreading is finally upon me: my year on the Australian Work & Holiday Visa is almost over.
I knew before I even stepped foot on the Canberra Airport tarmac on Day 1 that I wouldn’t want to leave this country.