In what can only be described as unbelievable, a massive storm decided to pummel Melbourne in submission a few weeks ago. The streets flooded, the trees were shredded and everyone generally lost the ability to drive or act in a civil fashion.
Mum and dad had just arrived in town to see me, having only been in the city for 20 minutes before shit hit the fan. Being a seasoned Melbournian and accustomed to its unpredictable weather, I had spotted the black clouds moving in on us and decided to take us to a cafe on Degraves St. for a coffee while the weather passed.
Annoyingly, today was the one day I had decided not to pack a digital camera, opting for film instead, so I had to make do with my (old) iPhone instead. The photos shot on film are yet to be developed, but I doubt they’ll yield anything of use as the lens popped off in full daylight the other day leaving the film to receive a healthy shot of sunlight to ruin anything and everything.
Anyway, back to the story. I had planned to get home asap and come back armed with my camera to shoot the carnage, but it seemed the weather had done a good enough job of ruining all forms of transport, including travelling on foot.
After realising that trains, trams and taxis were all screwed, I decided my only option was to walk home. This was ok for the first 100m, until my thongs became dangerously slippery and I risked a roadside face plant (or worse, a blowout) in front of all the stranded people waiting for a tram. This ended up in a 1.5hr bare foot walk from the city to home, after which I had zero motivation to get back into the city to photograph the mess. The couch was far more appealing.
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