The tone truly was set for the day when upon entering Southern Cross station in Melbourne I saw a family dressed in full Victorian England attire. Like seriously head-to-toe, the mom was in a corset and hoop skirt and the dad and sons were in knickers and stockings. The time warp continued as I got on a long distance train, and I imagined that I was getting into an old steam train heading into the Midwest. This image was continued when I looked out the window and saw nothing as far as the eye can see. Just grass, dirt, trees, and sheep broken by a few random houses. While I’m not exactly a city girl, it was definitely culture shock.
It was a long day of travel. We left at 7:30 am from our hotel. Then we were on the train from 8:30 am to 1:30 pm. Then the train line ended, so we had to get on a bus. The bus started breaking down, so it took extra long. We finally got into Mildura at 6 pm. Mildura is a small town that exists because of its prime conditions for agriculture. It’s on the border of Victoria and New South Wales and is close to South Australia, making it on the edge of the outback.
We were welcomed to Mildura by a pizza dinner with two of our professors, and settled into our home for the photography unit. We’re in a hostel designed to house agricultural workers, so the 11 of us live in a one-story house. It’s pretty fun.
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