Firstly, my brother has a new exhibition which just opened, running til the 26th of July at Until-Never Gallery in Melbourne, so if you’re in Melbourne, be sure to get down and check it out soon (and buy something!*). Details here:
Until Never presents
OPENING UNTIL NEVER
6PM to 8PM Wednesday June 18 2008 (until July 26)
Gallery hours :: Wednesday to Saturday 12-6pm
2nd flr 3-5 Hosier Lane Enter from Rutledge Lane Melbourne CBD AUSTRALIA
*He didn’t ask me to say that, he’s just really good and deserves your money.
This weekend has been a trip. On Friday, I had a long, intense day. After a late night working on a job application, I had a rather busy morning. After lunch it was a marathon, brain melting meeting, then I oozed myself home.
Not long after that, my friend Edo took me out to the computer/celular technology expo. I’d never been all the way into town on the back of a full sized motorbike, just shorter trips on smaller bikes. It was great fun. Much more crazy and intense to experience the traffic on a bike, as opposed to the bus, which much of the time has it’s own lane. Edo had warned me to wear a jacket, because of the pollution, and rightly so. You see it and feel it walking around, but on the bus you’re sheltered. On the bike you’re right in the thick of it and it hits you with every sense. Great experience regardless.
The festival itself was pretty fun. We just wandered around and looked at fancy new computers, parts and phones for while. There was music, little events and pretty girls handing out flyers everywhere (which I refused and Edo took, ending up with a sizeable stack). Then we ate and headed back through less intense traffic.
Saturday was another interesting one. Slow morning, then I headed into town for a few things. The bus was particularly nuts. When I went to change bus, there was a bit of a crowd, but not like peak hour. We waited. And waited. Usually, they’re along every 5 minutes or less, at least one of the 2 lines that go through that stop. I’ve previously had 4 or 5 of the other bus line come before the one I wanted. I’ve also had several busses go by only letting a handful of people on before I finally got one. These events are not out of the ordinary. This time, there were no busses, on any line, for about 20 minutes. We were all standing, packed in. There’s no air conditioning and very poor ventilation in the shelters, so you swelter. Some jerk kept moving around and bumping me too. There’s always one, wherever you are, whatever crowd you happen to be in.
Walking home from the bus shelter at about 10pm, a guy calls out to me in English and I respond. Happens all the time. This guy was very friendly and beckoned me over, asking me lots of different questions in very good English, so I sat down and chatted with him and his girlfriend for a while. This is a big rasta dude with dreads going by the name Bob. He’s from East Indonesia and used to be a tour guide. He was in a reggae band, but they broke up.
Long story short, we hung out for a while, he showed me his kost, we sang some songs, I showed him some drawings and I headed back home. Bob’s an artist too, so he showed me his paintings; a landscape, a village river bathing scene, caricatures of Einstein, Che Guevara and Bob Marley. He also had one of the holy family and a Jesus – crown of thorns one, because Bob’s a Catholic. Everyone at his kost popped in to meet me too, and they were a funny, interesting bunch.
A completely unplanned, random Saturday night with reggae band Bob who I met on the way home.
Last night, the one thing that made my whole bus journey was the old guy wearing swimming goggles for sunglasses. Awesome.