Ah, Melbourne! We’ve arrived — and so has the food poisoning. Both D and I are currently starring in our own gastro-thriller, courtesy of yesterday’s farewell meal. Apparently, Southeast Asia wanted to leave us with something memorable. So here we are: standing in customs lines, puking, and pondering our life choices. Cheers to new beginnings… and electrolyte… well in our case Coca Cola… drinks. 🤢
Dragged ourselves to Queen Victoria Market — and wow, what a sensory wonderland! Fresh produce and meats, and enough delicacies to make a foodie weep with joy. My only regret? Feeling like a half-deflated balloon thanks to the food poisoning. Less “camera-ready tourist,” more “just trying not to pass out near the cheese counter.” But trust me, this place is a feast for the senses!
