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Late afternoon over the Yarra River. Melbourne, April 2010.

It's taken me a while to post some of the photos that I took on a quick jaunt to Melbourne back in April. I was fortunate that what was a foggy and overcast morning turned into a sunny day, enabling me to snap off a few shots of the city before heading back to the airport.

This of course is an easy segue into today's potentially explosive and controversial Sunday Top Five, My Top Five Reasons Why Melbourne Is Better Than Sydney!
5: They play proper football there.

4: By and large - Collingwood supporters/Jeff Kennett aside - Melbournians are friendlier than their uppity counterparts in Sydney.

3: Melbourne is easier to get around. The grid layout helps, but Sydney's suburban insularity and shoddy public transport (coupled with supremely unhelpful locals) doesn't help.

2: The lazy reliance on the harbour, an impressive bridge and a dingy opera house that can't actually accommodate large-scale opera and ballet performances has meant that Sydney is an architecturally barren wasteland of ill-conceived and half baked buildings. It appears that some thought has been given to Melbourne in this regard.

1: It was founded and settled by Van Diemens Land-ers Tasmanians!


Some metrosexual buildings that have a slight comic book effect. Melbourne, April 2010.

If I had to live in another Australian city, I'd probably choose Melbourne. It's a good looking town, with plenty to do and less of a wanker quota than Sydney, Brisbane or Perth.


A fish selling Melbourne in trendy fancy-pants Federation Square. Melbourne, April 2010.

Off the top of my head, here are some other reasons Melbourne is better than Sydney: closer to Australia's "Mecca" of Burnie; better food; better shopping; better festivals; trams; better stadiums; less polluted; better traffic; better markets; better knitting shops; better tennis Grand Slams; Essendon; better cricket ground; former Australian capital; less expensive; less gangland criminals (now that they've murdered each other; less race-related riots; biomedical research; better health system; James Hird; St Kilda is better than Bondi; class division more pronounced in Sydney; Melbourne is more multicultural (in a good way); proper seasons; better scarves; less cockroaches; better dim sims; less uptight; wider footpaths; better coffee; better cycle paths; and nicer parks.

That said, Melbourne does have a rubbish airport.

Comments

smudgeon said…
Is there an Australian airport that isn't rubbish?
kylie said…
i cant really argue about the architecture, the football, the festivals.....

but i can about the people.
you just havent met the right sydney siders
Sue said…
But you left out the most important reason...your McCracken side of the family lives there!!!
Having been to and lived in other capitals, I think there are nice things about them all but I do love Melbourne the most....guess that's why I keep coming back!
lettuce said…
oooo so interesting - I'm expecting to visit both next year!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/29/week-20-poets-rally-poetry-awards-plus/

two awards from the bottom of the post,
Happy Sunday!
Kris McCracken said…
Me, not that I've seen. There are levels of rubbish, however.

Kylie, they never leave their suburb, that's why!

Sue, I considered that on the 'debit' side... ;)

Lettuce, don't forget Tasmania!

Jingle, I'm a winner! HOORAH!
Roddy said…
Melbourne once, Burnie now. Sydney leaves me cold, and always has. As for airports. I am getting my fill of them of late.
What do you want from an airport? A plane out of the place, that's what. I'm sure that I couldn't live there. Giant waiting rooms that's all.

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