The Neighbours Night
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After touching down at around midnight on our first night in Melbourne, we were apprehensive about our check-in to our dorm at our hostel in the early hours. Although we were glad we could get into the hostel at that time and check in, that was pretty much all we were glad about. The hostel quite simply is a soul destroyer.
We tiptoed into a 12-bed dorm where we attempted to find our two beds and curl up. Not easy. Not a single bed looked like it hadn't been slept in, if it didn’t already have someone in. There was rubbish everywhere, bags spread across the room. It felt like we were with a bunch of kids who had left home and were happy to live like pigs in their new-found freedom. After climbing into a bed, someone entered and told me I had taken theirs.
The next day we just wanted to get out as quick as possible. So we took a nice, calming walk around Melbourne on a glorious day, on labour day, a public holiday. We walked through Federation Square, through Queen Victoria Gardens and into the park, where a protest was being held. There, I was asked by a police officer what I was doing, and when I asked what the protest was about, he asked me to move along and even gave me a cheeky push! I refrained from doing an Ali G on him (http://www.
Now, the big one. Having spent my student years (and many years before that), almost religiously watching Neighbours, I was really looking forward to the Neighbours Night and meeting the stars of the show. However, I found the night, on the whole, to be a big disappointment. I think, in my head, the evening looked something like this. A mansion on a hill, with several waiters armed with trays of Ferrero Rocher and assorted snacks and nibbles negotiating their way around tables of Neighbours fans in tuxedos or posh frocks reminiscing about their favourite Neighbours scenes with their favourite Neighbours stars.