Yesterday was good. Good! The whole day was rainy, cold and unforgivably windy. As one would like it in the Autumn. Around 16-17 degrees outside and around 17 degrees inside. You might not know this but Australian houses are the worst when it comes to insulation. The temperature inside, slightly follows the temperature inside. So I wonder what it’s going to be like in July… *************** Kristin decided, late, that we would go out to dinner before we went to the movies. “Sure, but we already bought dinner to cook today”, I said. “Nevermind! Let’s eat out!”, that’s what she said. Of course I knew her dirty trick… She would make me pay for the dinner somehow and I suddenly remembered that she paid for the cinema tickets. “Damn…”, I said quietly and angered, watching Homer lie in a hospital bed and win 1 million dollars but can’t tell Marge about it. Well outside the house we proceed down Laverton street to take the train to Yarraville, which is about 10 minutes from Willie (Williamstown in short. The locals don’t like it.). It’s now dark outside and we see but one more local standing and waiting on the station. The wind is a bit icy because it has traveled 3861 kilometers from Antarctica to get in our faces and creep in under our jackets, making our skin prickle. Slightly chilled and aching for some food we arrive at Yarraville station. It’s not as deserted as Willie station but that is only because there was a lot of people getting off. In a close distance, you could hear two Germans speaking to each other. They were girls. Lovely language. With fast-paced steps, we make our way up to the little shopping street that all the suburbs have according to Marie. This one is not as fancy as Willie’s street but it will have to do for now. In the dark, we try to make out which windows that are restaurants and which that are something completely different. An Irish pub comes up out of nowhere. She ignores it. *************** Suddenly, a stream of light, pleasant waves of atmosphere and a touch of thyme in the air; we arrive at the Bank. The service is near-to flawless. The only fault that was made is when one of the waitresses completely ruins the starting bite by asking us “Was everything in order?”. A retort was in order, “Yes… *mumble* *mumble*” we say in unison. She leaves. Finally. Kristin had ordered duck. Myself, eye fillet. Medium-rare. The first bite on the juicy, seared piece of the tenderest part of the bull was now in my mouth, giving my taste buds a rush of ecstasy, craving for more. I give them a mouthful. After a meal worthy a king, I had to pay. 78 dollars. Including tip. Well worth it. *************** An art-deco cinema lights up the Yarraville “center” with it’s gleaming, neon roof ornament. We step in and Kristin tries to get the tickets from an ATM. This is because the sign had an arrow to the right and we, of course, took it literally. After a giggle, we proceed to the nearest counter and get our tickets we had booked. After the intro and commercials, The Avengers begin. I liked it. Really much. To summarize: Big things. Scarlet Johanson. Explosions. Aliens. Other worlds. Scarlet Johanson. Great visuals. And last but not least… THE HULK! If you heard laughter it was because Hulk was in the scene. A comedic genius. Go see it! *************** After it all, we were going to take the train. We would be forced to wait 30 minutes for it. Taxi. 20 dollars poorer and one Hindu experience richer we were at last, home. //The Joker