Sakuraaaaaaaa!

Ah Melbourne. 4 seasons in one day. Sakura in September. Balmy one day. Cold enough to freeze your norks off the next.

I love it here. Particularly this week, when the cherry blossoms have been out. I smell long-ago sake, week-old chuhai, memories of a Japan I'll probably never hold the same way again. Ah, Kinki - get thee from the pit of natsukashii!!!

["Not possible!" cries the melancholy wench. "...but I will have another glass of wine..."]

I used my exemplary train-shoving technique on the train yesterday. I mean, what's with Melbourne commuters populating the area near the doors when there are perfectly good aisles to stand in? Particularly in peak-hour. People just stand there like doped-out mannequins.

I was in danger of being left on the platform when I went, "Hang on a minute, I've lived in Tokyo goddamit! Move aside!" My "holding-the-door-frame-with-an-indignant-butt-first-shove" invited the looks-of-death from nearby commuters, but honestly. 2 words. Second word "off".

If I ever got another tattoo I'd have one of a cherry blossom (one of da pink ones!) one my left butt cheek to compliment the maple leaf on my right...

If only there was enough sakura for a Hanami party....