Ballarat, The Grantians, and killer Kangaroos.

november 25, 2009

Ok, so i am currently under the influence of the of a thing that the english language currently defines as "alcohol", in other words I am drunker than a Sailor on Sunday, which is making this blog a little harder to write than usual, anyway lets get started.

So I am curently in Melbourne again, we spent the day ine Bellarat, which is a cool city of 60,000 that was originally a gold mining town that has evolved to survive without it's boloved mine. It was abandoned 50 years ago, but it did operate from 1850-1951, wich has allowded several old style brick buildings to rise and stay risen while the mine has fallen away to be buried by time. The difference between this city and other mining towns, is that the mine operated for long enough to allow enough idustry to spring up around the town, that so when the mine shut down, the city didn't just die, the mine brought the city massive amount of money, but it didn't die when the mine shut down, it just kept ticking. There is a massive amount of old 19th century buildings including the old train station still linking it to Melbourne today. The town was just cool, 19th century downtown with the promanode full of trees, grass, and monuments to Victoria, King George, and Robby Burns. Very interesting, but the radio drue my attention as well today. One of the most interesting points of traveling to other countries is turning on the radio and seing what the news of the day is, and boy was I on the floor laughing today. While driving back from the Granthian mountains, the radio on scan, spurted out something truely Australin, killer kangaroos. On the front page of the Melbourne newspaper was about a Kangaroo who was running from a dog, it "Bounced" into a pond, and the dog chassed it, and as the dog swam towards the roo, the kangaroo grabbed him with it's front legs, and drowned it with it's front arms. Aparently, this happens more regularley than I thought, even the radio anouncer didn't beleive it, until about 12 people called in to correct her. As for the Granthians, they are a mountain range I cannot yet explain, they have trees evrywhere, it rarely snows up here, they are not nearly as baren or wild as the rocky mountains, but they are still worth checking out. They are different, but a nice change from the bright, hot beaches of the coast, as well as the pounding surf causing me to loose my balance on that wonderful surf board of mine, but enough shots at the cold Canadian climate, it would be rater rude of me to give shots at those who just got snown upon, but anyways. Anyway funny thing is that chris and I discussed the movie "Cruel Intentions" earlier today, and now I am watching it with 2 German girls in my common area, bring on irony, or maybe I am just drunk. Tomorow we will board a big boat to Tasmania, and hit the Melbourne market, big day, must first find bed, and room, and room key, and maybe shoes to walk to room in....Baby steps Pluim, baby steps. But I due wish that the walls would stop spinning. Anyway, goodnight, must make way to room, when I remeber which room numberr it is. This seemed so much easier when I wasn't drunk.