So I’ve discovered two new things in the past 24 hours.
I’ve combined the two, by way of my second Vine post. Make sure you turn the sound on.
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This hospital used to be huge. By the time Andrew and I got to it, the majority of it had been demolished, with only the one beautiful building remaining.
It took awhile to get out to this hospital, as we didn’t have a car and had to take public transport and then go for a looong walk. But I got to see cows lounging behind a suburban bus stop, which was pretty neat.
x Kitten of Doom
The Savoy Tavern, a once iconic pub opposite
Spencer Street Station Southern Cross Station, is set to undergo renovations to bring it back to it’s original glory, no money-making high-rise apartment blocks included. Apparently.
Some Age readers seem a little skeptical of Mark Rowthorn’s vow to refurbish the old tavern to look like it’s former self. And I don’t blame them. Good ol’ pubs aren’t really big business in the city nowadays; you want to be a hip nightclub attracting all the rich young’uns. A backpackers or mid-priced hotel does seem the logical option, given the proximity to
Spencer Street Station Southern Cross Station. I definitely think the idea of a “nice” park is out – I mean, it’s a great idea for the homeless needing benches to sleep on, but I don’t think the middle/upper class is going to like that outcome. Probably also a good spot for dealers/buyers who come from different areas of Melbourne to meet up.
But I digress. Do you think the building should be retained for historical value? We could go with the current trend of sticking a tall glass extension on top of it. Make it into student accommodation or a backpackers? Or do you think it would be viable again as a pub? I would love to think the latter. But in this age of (re)development I am doubtful.
x Kitten of Doom
Exactly one year ago today, I flew from Berlin to Kyiv to meet Andrew and Shane for adventures in Chernobyl as well as general sightseeing in Kyiv.
Central Kyiv is a colourful and vibrant city. Perhaps it was more vibrant whilst we were there because they were two weeks out from the opening of the Euro Cup, which they were hosting last year, and as with most European countries, were very excited about. There was a massive queue in the cbd for people to have their picture taken with the Euro Cup ahead of the competition. There were militsia everywhere (in addition to regular police).
We didn’t find our lack of Ukrainian to be a problem (I speak basic Russian… Andrew and Shane know “thankyou”). Most people who work in hospitality/tourism know enough broken English to communicate. The hotel front desk staff speak very good English. Nobody seems to have change for anything higher than a 20, so try not to carry big notes around (the ATMs give you denominations of 200 Hrivna… yikes).
Everyone drives like maniacs, cutting off others whilst changing lanes at high speed is quite common. Also nobody wears seatbelts. Yet nobody seems to have accidents. Parking is very difficult to come by, so everyone parks on the nature strips. Taxis don’t have meters, they just make up the fare upon your arrival at your destination, so make sure you negotiate a cheap price before you get in. One of our taxis didn’t have a back windscreen. No biggie.
One highlight was definitely the Museum of the Great Patriotic War, a memorial to the soldiers and civilians who died during the Nazis invasion of Kyiv during the Second World War. Kyiv, being the eastern-most city of the Soviet Union, was the first port of call for the Germans, and having not enough soldiers to hold them off on their own, were joined by the peasant civilians. They lost, but not without a fierce battle. They are very proud of their contribution in defending the USSR in WWII, and this is evident in their War Museum. Despite being able to read almost nothing in the museum (all exhibits and artifacts have captions only in Ukrainian; there is a laminated A4 card at the beginning of each room giving you a synopsis of that room’s history in English) it was an extremely moving experience. The museum is topped by a 62m stainless steel statue, Mother Motherland, a symbol of strength and victory which watched over Kyiv. The total height of museum and statue is 102m. I can’t describe how awe-inspiring it is in person. The pictures don’t really convey how huge it actually is.
Go further out from the city centre and Kyiv becomes less colourful, and much more evidently poor. The apartment blocks are exactly how you picture them. Many of them look as though they might collapse with a gust of wind.
The cathedrals are stunning; so many golden domes. Everything is cheap cheap cheap (mmm vodka). Beggars are plentiful, but we didn’t get any trouble from them.
Can’t wait to go back.
x Kitten of Doom
Unfair Lottery sounds a bit different to previous Horrorshow material with the singing on the chorus. It might take a few listens for me to get into it, but kudos to them for doing something a bit different. I also think the track seems to end a bit prematurely; perhaps could have done with one more verse.
Still sounds pretty good in my opinion though, and I can’t wait to hear the rest of the album.
x Kitten of Doom
My friend and I were thinking about making a photography zine of some of the abandoned and obscure places we’re been to around Melbourne, with maybe a little of our own poetry thrown in to accompany the pictures. If we were to sell these for, say, $5 each, would anyone be interested in buying one?