The Adventures of Lord Pocket and Lady Shinzon: Melbourne, Dumpster by Dumpster by ShinzonTme

Two weeks is the time we have been in here and it's looking ok. At start Melbourne showed us it's dark side, for it was cold, dark and rainy, but as spring goes on warmth is now a regular guest in this town. As a precaution for more coldness we set our selves with new (used) set of clothes from a local flee market Savers. Heidi a Finnish girl from Tampere who heard us talking on the street and said hello (and multiple other things) told us of this wonder store. I bought a woolen shirt with long neck piece and a blue scarf. Lady Pocket bought a cray hoodie without a hoodie and a pink scarf. Now we are warm and comfortable.

Unlike Sydney Melbourne is Dumpster Diver heaven, for it has one of the largest markets ever, this would be the Queen Victoria Market next to our hostel. We have eaten Guacamole, melons of many kinds and some things we are not certain what they are and all for free. Best ever, the local bakeries leave their trash out on the sidewalk for hippies to pick on, DISGUSTING.

For breakfast I ate focaccia with guacamole, apple, orange ball and eggplant and Wombo enjoyed all the same with regular dumpster bread. Strange thing when we were digging the dumpster of this fine local bakery yesterday or Wombo was digging and I was indulged in my free focaccia and loving it, Wombo asked for my help in the digging and told me to put my favorite bread ever on the dumpster for a second. This suggestion of placing the bread I was eating on a dumpster, the bread I had just fished from the dumpster next to this one, was disgusting and I placed it on top of our Bag on the ground. It's strange how we feel for things that have no meaning in reality, for the trashcan is not dirty and the food in it is not filthy. What mysterious happens to the food on it's journey from the store counter to the trash that might have a revolting affect on man? It's our concept of trash itself that makes us think that it's filthy. But what are we afraid of, is it bacteria? or Viruses? or Ebola? or Bugs? None of those things have any relevance in anything revolving around things we do, unless you knife rotting corpses and stick that lovely tool in your belly, that might have disturbing affects as the meat eating bacteria would start to consume you and the wound might just get infected, it just might . More we are in contact with "filth" better immunity our body will develop and that is what we need. I just finished Albert Camus novel the Plague, which features highly described events in an Algerian town under siege from Bubonic Plague. A good book to read while you are eating, and it gives a fresh perspective on the rats of the hostel, while they are eating someones food.

During Wombos research of places worthy of our presence, she found a map of Melbourne and it's finest dumpsters and this we followed and luck was ours in form of cupcakes. We also enjoyed Melbourne museum which is free for students like myself and Poc. Melbourne also features an excellent tram network with a free city circle tram for tourists and poor people, this we used too see sights and get around few times. Few times we might be seen around town playing fruit ninja as the Australian Center of Moving Image had a playable version mounted on their outside wall for passers by to play. It's a fun game for you play it with your body as a sensor tracks your movements to mach with slicing of the fruit. Amount of things fitting in time of two weeks is much to write upon, so to conclude we had fun times an shitty times, but now all is well, expect I'm hungry and guacamole in the hostel fridge crying to be eaten, so to it I shall go.

City of four million people has its share of loonies, A lady of 29 was raped and murdered last Saturday a few kilometers from our hostel and yesterday they captured the perpetrator and this morning they found her body.