{"id":8557,"date":"2011-09-01T12:40:23","date_gmt":"2011-09-01T16:40:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/voidofinspiration.com\/voidofinspiration\/?p=8557"},"modified":"2011-09-05T17:38:44","modified_gmt":"2011-09-05T21:38:44","slug":"so-they-are-laneways-not-alleyways","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/voidofinspiration.com\/voidofinspiration\/2011\/09\/so-they-are-laneways-not-alleyways\/","title":{"rendered":"So, they are ‘lane-ways’ not ‘alleyways’"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tonight I met up with Min – we went for dinner and then bounced around the lower part of the city, revisiting the alleyways or the lane-ways (as native Australians call them). At the end of one lane-way, I spotted a very creative PacMan street art guide game. We attempted to locate another one close by but unfortunately ran out of time as I had to get back to log into work and he had to get home to go to sleep for the long day tomorrow. I\u2019m lucky enough to have tomorrow off due to my flight to New Zealand being so early in the New York City day. However it still leaves the entire day and most of the night to some more adventures in Melbourne!<\/p>\n

“\u2026but you never can tell wherein a man\u2019s life consists, nor in what he sets his pleasure\u2026”
\n– R. L. Stevenson, Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes<\/p>\n

<\/em>“\u2026by a startling democratic process, the defects of the majority decide the type of beauty.”
\n– R. L. Stevenson, Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes<\/em><\/p>\n

“You be damned to be one of us, girl,
\nFaced with the dodo\u2019s conundrum
\nI felt like I could just fly
\nBut nothing happened every time I tried.”
\n– The Shins, Australia<\/em><\/p>\n

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