Good Morning Melbourne

Traded in the winter wool for summer cotton and light cardigans. Out went the red, grey and black. Into the suitcase went the beige, white and browns. I've hopped from a Mandarin-speaking city into an English-speaking city and from tail of winter into the end of summer.

Packing for winter was easy. I just lugged the whole suitcase of dry-cleaned stuff along with 2 pairs of warm boots for stomping all over the city for 2 weeks. I've only got that many winter clothing. Choosing clothes for summer is tough. I'm very used to living in the tropics with fierce indoor air-conditining. I brought 4 pairs of shoes. Go figure.

I was so disappointed that the crappy plane with the lousy Krisworld on the way home from Shanghai didn't offer 'The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest'. The option was available on the way up earlier, but I chose sleep, thinking that I could watch it on the way back. So the first thing I did after settling into the seat on the midnight flight to Melbourne was to find out if the film was showing. It was! PHEWWWW. I'd really loathe to have missed it. It completes the series.

Melbourne greeted us with bright and sunny skies. Windy at a lovely 22°C. Can't say I miss Shanghai's grey and dreary cold! Already, the flat whites are fabulous. I don't have a fixed itinerary. This is a city where we've plenty of friends, separately. Lots of catching up to do as well. I suppose we'll take a drive out to the wine yards next week. Our zippy little car will take us around, but I will have to do all the navigation. I don't trust the GPS or GoogleMaps. I'm grabbing a hard copy of the city map to stare at it and 'feel' the roads. The man cannot be left alone with the GPS.