“Melbun,” as the locals call it, is my type of city. Even though I was traveling solo, as many backpackers will understand, I never quite felt like I was alone. Constantly surrounded by other likeminded travelers, I sunk my teeth into the culture of Australia’s most alternative city, and fell madly in love.
I had no particular timeframe in mind, but with an active social life and a bar job on the beach, I didn’t feel the need to go anywhere else in any kind of rush. St. Kilda is a small beach town just outside of the city, chock full of bars and restaurants, and it became my first home-away-from-home for six glorious, intoxicating months.
Oh, and let’s not forget about the coffee.
