So where were we? In my last Veg Voyage post I wanted to say to you all… have faith! I wrote that after stepping out of my comfort zone, opened my awareness to the beauty of how the human nature deals with its different emotions. I left it all of at:
“We all get nervous, we all get scared and we all tend to doubt ourselves at things, but we also have a little fight in us. Its ok to worry, actually I believe its good to be scared sometimes. Because how else would we learn to get over what fears us if we exceed to do what it is that worries us. Its been said a lot, but you never know what you are capable of achieving unless you try. And in the end, if we do not pursue something a little daunting, then one day we may live to regret it! But best of all, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO DREAM, even if you are going through a nightmare.”
Meeting my loved ones after what felt like forever, wondering surrounding old-time hang outs and generally settling in, it was already approaching the end of the week. My body clocks were re-adjusting but my adrenaline was still pumping.
Friday the 17th July, 2015.
So, although you have just read that date up top, I’m going to take you back a few weeks earlier to explain to you that through the wonders of social media (Facebook to be exact) I re-kindled an old flame. My best buddy from back in primary school. We met in year 4 and spent 3 years causing no-mischief but building something which we both agreed to hush about. Trust me, we were embarrassing at that age! And since I moved away, the building was not worked on. Until now.
On that Friday, my dad took me to Robina. In the car I nibbled on a container filled with fruit and raw buckini granola + dates. We were off to find a sim for my phone and possibly some new shoes. You see, I was starting to admit that my £5 Primark shoes with toe holes and loose soles were not going to last me.
Although I love Australia for its hot climate, I do remember the days where it was so hot that the beach was a no-go, the park was a no-go, the pool was a no-go, just outdoors activities were a no-go. The place too go was a shopping centre. A nice cool air-con mall. So although it was just a shopping centre, it still filled me with memories.
My dad and I gobbled down some sushi, rice paper wraps and smoothies before it was already time to say goodbye to each other… for the weekend any-way. I was off to Brisbane… Home town number 2!
Ticket: Brought!
Platform: One.
Service: VLBD
Time: 3:13pm
Seat: Next to the window in carriage number 2
Vegan + Gluten Free Vanilla Cookie Sandwich in hand and Sam Smith’s voice in each ear. Here we go again…
Arrival Time: 4:28pm
Station: Roma Street, Brisbane
Platform: 6
Emotions: Crapping myself! – Excuse my language.
I’m off the train and in a crowd of people heading for the ticket barriers. Maybe I can hide in the toilets to my right? Just until its time to go back? No? okay…
She was running a little late, so I decided to finish of my cookie on the ledge of the giant windows not to far behind a pop-up newsagent where a very cute worker was finishing his shift. There were a few messages here and there to keep us both updated about how close we were to each other. You know, to make the experience a little more nerve-racking!
But there wasn’t a crumb left of my cookie before I witnessed a rather teenage version of my old friend standing 10 metres away. She curiously discussed if the older teenage version of me was actually, me to her dad’s girlfriend so the awkwardly smiles at each other soon clocked our answers.
We waddled to her car before she told me that she was taking me to a late night food & music market by the river. By this point I knew we were best buds at heart, both massive foodies! To be entirely honest I was listening, but I think I was paying more attention to her accent then her words. It was so bizarre. The place was called ‘Eat Street Markets’ and if you’re ever in Brisbane on a Friday night, GO HERE! It has everything: Mexican, Asian, American, Japanese, Greek, German, Indian, Turkish, Thai, European, Hungarian, Brazilian, Malaysian, I can continue but I’ll save your eye flickers.
There were countless stores of indulgent goodies like Japanese pizza’s, Paela, Potato Slinky’s, Dumplings, Giant chocolate fondue fountain, churros and the most incredible doughnuts EVER. I mean a lot of thing were not vegan but still worth the looking! I devoured a veggie burger which was delicious and a vegan cronut, as well as, a small pot of gelato. I can’t urge you more to go, can I?
After the sugar rush, my friend showed me round her home which is situated in the suburbs of Brisbane. I settled into her super large guest bedroom, joined by her super fluffy cat in a super cosy bed with super high buzzes of emotions! And yes, this all happened on one day.
Saturday 25th of July,
Breakfast: Thick sliced bread with jam and a cup of green tea.
Movement Ability: Non existent! Couch potato alert.
But by midday we decided to move our butts to the cinema… ow yes, more lounging. And play: The Minions Movie. And yes, I am 17 years old.
Lunch was a medley of Roasted Pumpkin Cous Cous salad and a Lentil Tabbouleh with a side sweet boost of fresh watermelon, pineapple and orange juice gathered at the shopping centre before we waited to be picked up.
When I look back at this trip there is one major aspect of an Australian’s daily lifestyle that makes me appreciate the lifestyle here in England. Currently, it takes me roughly 7 minutes to walk to not just one but three different leading supermarkets. It takes me 10-15 minutes to walk to our local leisure centre equipped with a gym, swimming pool, running track, roller rink and more. It took me 10 minutes to walk to school and now only 15 minutes to walk to work. It takes me less than 8 minutes to walk to a reliable train station which can take me to Brighton, London, Ore, Seaford, Cornwall, Bournemouth, anywhere in fact and we even have a castle not even 5 minutes away. On this day, it took us 35 minutes to drive to the nearest shopping centre, which in that time I could have brought some bananas from the supermarket, rummaged around in a charity shop and stopped to buy some bread from the markets. I love Australia with my heart and soul but, in my opinion, it would be difficult to live down there without a driving licence.
Sorry, rant over!
To finish the week and start week number 2 stay tuned. Some new adventures and some delicious veg food will follow…
*Note: I am not a professional writer. These blogs are being written from my chaotic mind and so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes within the paragraphs.