I’ve just got back to Argentina, but before I tell you more about The Return, I wanted to share a few stories with you, fellow readers.
It had been three days since I got to Melbourne when I realized something. I had done something new everyday.
I guess I can say I’m an adventurous person, hence I’m always up for trying new things. I keep repeating to myself: how do you know if you never try?
So I decided to continue with this thread, and it was awesome! I was actually able to experiencing something new everyday, even without trying to hard.
Welcome to Kilo India Delta, my friends. This is the first part of the story of how I did something new everyday during my stay in Melbourne, Australia.
Sat 19, Day One: Pickle back shot or the story of how I learnt that Jack Daniels isn’t bourbon.
The night has started a few bars back, where some colleagues/friends and I shared beers and amazing Spanish tapas, a mix of flavors that were making the Melbourne night taste unforgettably delicious. How was I supposed to know that the end would end up tasting like… pickles?
Spanish tapas in the darkness of Naked for Satan (actual name of the bar).
We went to a bourbon bar, we sat down and discussed our orders. Justin, married to a Kentucky girl, asked about our bourbon preferences and I was quick to say “I love Jack Daniels.” He stared at me and said “JD is not a bourbon, it’s just whiskey”.
“It’s a bourbon, I’m sure. I don’t love whiskey and I love Jack.” – I stated, very seriously.
He stared blankly at me and pronounced this fatal words: “If you’re so sure about it, let’s bet on it”.
A pickle back shot was the bet, we shook hands, and I lost. (If you Google Jack Daniels, the first result is “JD is NOT a bourbon.”)
One of the things I hate the most in this planet is vinegar. Makes me gag. How could I have a shot of bourbon with a chaser of pickle juice? But I had said yes, stupidly, and I had to do it. And I did. But in the end, it wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. But my mouth tasted like cheeseburgers for hours!
Sun 20, Day Two: The lifting experience of a Hillsong worship service.
As described in their website, “Hillsong is a church that believes in Jesus, a church that loves God and people.” Although I’m a catholic and our doctrines hold a few differences, I was happy to join this movement that preaches about love and faith, two essential things in my book.
It was very touching, moving, inspiring. It was amazing to share this experience with some of the people that I admire the most. And the music was terrific!
Mon 21, Day Three: The Infamous Case of the Overrated Oysters.
Melbourne has a lot of Asian dining options, as it seems, and we had dinner in different ones for the first few nights. This one in particular served “Hot Pot”, which basically meant a pot in front of you with boiling water and bone, as broth, and a wide variety of things that you could add, boil and eat. The options were very different: vegetables, mushrooms, fish, meatballs, and OYSTERS. I’ve never had oysters before, and neither had some of my friends in the table.
When I say a wide array of options, I mean it. Surf and turf and what not!
So we poured some lemon juice on these fresh oysters, toasted and ate/drank them. My thoughts on the matter: they were horrible and hope I don’t have to do it again!
Tue 22, Day Four: Penguins are funnier in their own habitat.
On our fourth day, we went to Phillip Island to watch the penguins returning home after fishing in the ocean. This is a daily phenomenon that attracts hundreds of people, that just like us, sit in front of the ocean in a freezing cold temperature just to watch these little guys parading back to their holes.
I had never seen penguins that close, and in their natural habitat, and it was crazy. They were communicating with each other, flirting and fighting, ready to close a long, hard day of work. Pretty much like humans but with better manners. Except for this one that quickly became the star of the day.
One tiny penguin was walking right below me, marching with other penguin friends when out of the sudden he pooped! (I decided it has a he). It was like an explosion, spontaneous and hilarious, and I couldn’t stop laughing all the way back to the hotel. OK, this isn’t very adventurous, but let me tell you: it was darn funny.
Stay tuned to Kilo India Delta for the second part of this post. The end of the week brought more and better anecdotes, including a girl showing her intimates in public. This wasn’t me. Or at least that’s as much as you can know for now!