If New Zealand was the magical land where everything worked out Australia seems to be the opposite. Nothing works out and everything is complicated, not to say expensive. Getting a sim card to work, boarding a tram or even just meeting up with someone, has taken so much effort and sometimes even ended in complete failure.

 I always thought of myself as a city person but 3 months in NZ have been enough to change my mind. I can feel the stress in the Melbourne air, as well as the stick of cars. Even though it is very safe compared to other big cities I can’t stand seeing the few drunken homeless shouting on the street. Even sitting in the botanical gardens I can hear cars and machinery from a construction site. THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY PEOPLE!

Another thing I can’t stand is the over protectiveness of the state. Treating citizens like children. I could feel a little of this in NZ but here it’s worse. You get finned for just about everything; not wearing a helmet, a broken bicycle light, playing golf in the park. Obviously you’re not allowed to drink in public. It’s no secret that I’m really against smoking but I think the government here has taken it too far.

I guess the only good think is that this city is big enough to have some less main stream venues, so I managed to find a regulare contact improvisation jam.

I’d probably be long gone by now but I’m still waiting for my new bank account to work out… (long sad story…) Maybe I’ve just used up all my luck in NZ? And if that isn’t enough to resent the city there’s still some things that give me flash backs of Isael…