milk bar

I was walking around downtown the other day when I was nearly hit in the head with metal bar. I looked around and realized I was in Chinatown. I quickly left the neighborhood. If only I had that option all of last year.

I had a bit of a big weekend. There was falling and glass and I was escorted out of a club.

When I first arrived in Melbourne I was excited to learn that there were Milk Bars everywhere. At first I thought it was just general enthusiasm for Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange, but it's just what they call their convenience shops. I get a lot of cravings for milk.

I don't really have anything amazingly interesting to report. Life moves slower here than in China. This is good for me, but bad for this blog. I'll come up with something.

I think I forgot to report this, but when I was in Singapore I actually saw some people get their papers checked. I've never seen someone have their papers checked before. I wanted to take a picture, but then I thought I'd probably get my papers checked and I really didn't want to stay in Singapore for an extended period of time.

Singapore's not too bad. Very clean. You know the yellow line at train stations that you're not supposed to cross but everyone ignores? Well, not in Singapore. They actually fine you $500 for crossing the yellow line. Very orderly.