Staying at the drunk-punk squat; an old apartment complex with 5 large units, all opened into one group house. The walls are covered in graffitti, the only water is piped in through an intricate hose system. The recenty found a water heater and now have hot showers. The pisser is a brown spot in the front yard, they shit in an outside toilet and bucket flush with greywater from the kitchen sink-drain bucket.
Woke up early had some dumpstered breakfast and coffee and headed out to the pub for a few rounds of pool. Esher and I took the tram downtown where she showed me "Sticky" a zine shop underneath the main train station, and "Lord of the Fries", a vegan fry shop with heaps of delicious sauces to choose from.
We split ways and I explored the Melbourne botanical gardens before going to the national gallery of Victoria to check out the worlds largest collection of Salvador Dali's work. The exhibit was amazing, showin his early work - following the techniques of ancient masters, his surrealist work and his late period. The cartoon he made with walt Disney was beautiful and his work with ballet and jewlery making phenomenal. I was also quite glad to see the "lobster phone" in person.
After spending hours at the show, I ventured into downtown Melbourne's nightlife. I caught the tail end of a yuppie fundraiser for groups feeding the local hungry, and got a cup of soup from one of the city's top chefs for $.60! From here, I followed a group of college students in costume to a party on the wharf that I B.S.ed my way into: "I'm Robert's friend, he asked me to take pictures". I ate their pizza and drank their booze before leaving.
Checked out a few pubs, only to be dissapointed. Went back to he squat to passout in a corner of an abandoned room.
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