In many respects, Australia is not all that different to the UK. Especially when you live in a big city like Melbourne, where even the weather is the same.* Sometimes however, I’ll be going about my business and something will remind me that I am a very long way from home.
On a few occasions, I’ve had to resort to Google to find out what the hell has just been said to me. Some examples:
- How’re you travelling? – How’s it going?
- Who do you barrack for? – Which team (usually AFL) do you support?
- And then she just cracked it/cracked the shits – She wasn’t very happy and expressed her feelings. Strongly.
- Sanger – sandwich
- My friends are still bagging on me for that – I did something stupid and my friends are taking the piss. I probably deserve it.
- Chrissie – Christmas. This is being used already and I hate it.
The Myki is a shit version of the Oyster card and it makes me miss London every time I swipe through a station. I do find it reassuring, however, that everyone in Melbourne hates Myki cards, not just the tourists.
Melbourne is up there with the world’s most expensive (or exy, if we’re getting into the local slang) cities. Earning Aussie dollars makes a big difference though, and it’s a magical moment when you realise you’ve stopped converting everything back to your home currency and then crying into your £7 pint.
And finally, traffic lights
The traffic lights here go straight from red to green (omitting the all important red-amber), so there’s no time to get ready.**
* I haven’t done summer here yet though. Summer will be different.
** I keep pointing this out to people but no one else seems to think it’s a big deal. It’s a huge deal.