Solo travelling at its best: you can make a fool of yourself any time and no one cares. I won’t tell the story though, cause I’d rather keep these foolish moments to myself. But I’m sure you know what it feels like…
Arriving in Melbourne on Friday shortly before midnight helped me realize that I don’t have any proper outfit to hit the night. Apparently, I should have brought a colourful miniskirt and white (!) plateau sandals. So I called it a day and got up early to explore the yet empty alleys and Cafes.
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