Three weeks in Melbourne

Hello, we're still alive!

The last three weeks have looked like this: business class flights to Melbourne (thanks Martin!), walking around the botanical gardens, eating fried dim sims at South Melbourne market, watching penguins from St Kilda peer, shopping for jumpers in the city (Melbourne was cold), drinking long blacks at coffee shops all over town, exploring the beaches in Sorrento, trying and failing to buy a car, walking to Port Melbourne along the esplanade, catching up with old friends over coffees and rooftop lunches, road-tripping along the Great Ocean Road (more on that later), trying Korean BBQ for the first time, admiring the townhouses in the suburbs, eating Yo-Chi (the best frozen yoghurt) as many times as possible and laughing until our faces ached with our Melbournian BFFs Martin and Grace. Basically, walk, walk, walk, eat, eat, eat.

It's easy to understand why so many Londoners fall in love with Melbourne. It's a sunny version of Stoke Newington, with a hint of New York and a coffee shop on every corner. Our last day was probably the best, a food line up of Cumulus Inc., Chin Chin and I Carusi, with a lot of walking in between.

We are now officially on a diet.