Wanting Romance

Which girl doesn't? A certain someone I know says Australia is the place to be for romance - well, yes, I suppose it can be, since all things are relative, but I must add that no, it isn't Australia, rather Melbourne in particular thankyouverymuch and please excuse the bias, that you should refer to.


You want dashing sunsets, fiery skies? I was making dinner looking out to this one night not long ago. I just had to grab my camera - fingers marinating in raw meat and some spice or the other, I forget now - and slip onto the balcony to capture the rays saturating above the city lights. In fact, you should knock yourself out with these photos of the city by night, taken by my friend Josh.

Yes, there are quaint little cafes tucked in cosy lanes and corners of streets, lit in only the softest and most atmospheric of glows, and which serve such that you would never want for anything off commercialised coffee joint menus ever again.

Or, if you preferred, you could take leisurely drives to lavender farms or little townships for scones or a pie, sit by a pier with fish and chips, bask in beautiful parks with sun and gelati for company, the possibilities are endless. Stop for a midnight feast of Greek goodness, or live it up dining on choice seafood or a juicy steak by the river, the choice is yours. Did I mention, we have some damn good Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai too?

I do have to admit though, that if rain is what you want, Bel, then there is no where that rains so gloriously and hard as good ol' KL. And that is one of the things I miss most about home.

Jeez, I sound like some touristy advertistment flyer thing. Or something.