Thursday, March 24, 2011

Australian Audessy

It's a chilly morning in downtown Melbourne, on the southern coast of Australia and my brother once again insists he knows the right way.  We had planned to meet a bus tour of the city at 8:00 am on the harbour but our one clock (the first generation iPod Touch) is still set to Ayer's Rock time.  According to the clock we had 45 minutes before our tour started so we decided to do what any tourist would do, go to McDonald's.  As we moved past the busy harbour filled with tourists nothing seemed wrong, we were early, time for some McD's.  It didn't take long for us to come across a McDonald's, we got our food while having casual conversation.  Time for our tour was fast approaching and once again, nothing seemed wrong.  Down the street, past the "Rob Zombie International Art Exhbition", around the corner and something was wrong.  The once tourist packed bus station was suspicously empty.  After 15 minutes of me panicing when I discovered the cause of this issue, we decided to be productive and plan a way of getting back to the hotel.  There was no way we could afford a taxi with the cash we had on us, and because we had only gotten to Melbourne late last night meant that the area was much too unfamiliar to walk back; but for now it was the most viable option. 

Frustration set in as the first 15 minutes of wandering past and it was becoming painfully clear that navigating the city by looking for "familiar" buildings wasn't working.  I can't recall when things got bad.  Maybe it was when Dylan suggested stopping for directions and me stubbernly refusing; perhaps it was when my idea to take the rail cars was shot down.  Regardless of what caused it, it happened.  We went our seperate ways.
In my mind all I wanted to do was beat Dylan back to the hotel, the quicker the better.  I could just picture his face when he opens the door to find me, laxing on the hotel room bed watching t.v, explaining how my way was the fastest and that I had been there for a good half an hour.  Ohh that vision had to happen. 

After asking for directions-three times-the great idea of riding the rail cars to a completely different section of an unknown city, and about an hour and a half of wondering if I was ever going to find the hotel, I found it. 
It took Dylan 15 minutes to find the hotel room.

When it was all over I thought back and realized that if only we had not gone to that McDonald's.  But then I thought of how delicious it was and how I would do it all again just for a delicous McDonald's breakfast.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, one of the possible worst things that could possibly happen to anyone, getting lost in an unknown place, especially with unknown people, must have been an interesting experience.

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