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Saturday 15 August 2009

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Least: At about 10:00am while driving down the Monash Freeway, it became obvious that this part of the journey would be the least interesting event of anyone's day. The roadworks, bogan ute-drivers and incoherent line markings all mount to a painful experience. A Ducati was left on the side of the road awaiting it's master's return. Probably a drink-rider from the night before.

Most: Not long after 11:30am, Rosie and I arrived at a Coburg address for an incredible brunch with family that included baked cinnamon scrolls, onion pastries, croissants, watermelon, juice and baked eggs. What an amazing send off meal for our too brief trip to Melbourne and surrounds. Ceridwen is an excellent chef, mum and sister! Awesome.

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Least: At about 3:45pm, the sight of a providore style food shop one street back from the decreasingly interesting Brunswick Street, boringly reinforced what has been obvious for years. The richer Fitzroy becomes the less interesting it seems to be. It's all so comfortable and predictable that it's barely of interest to notice it. Black leather jackets appear to cover most of the stinking offenders - but the 80s still reign.

Most: By 7:00pm, I had the distinct feeling that our surprise attack on Melbourne was beginning to wind down. The most interesting think to strike me during my return was to what extent I noticed how rough Melbourne seems to be. I'm sure that it hasn't changed, but my perception of the inner city must've moved. The sheer numbers of dodgy characters wheeling around the streets was amazing. As long as my eyes met the ground, I felt safe. The most striking moment was the sight of a Japanese visitor buying junk at a souvenir shop recoiling in horror as an old crone scraped the sputum from her chin. The glittering city at its best.