Brighton Beach

I sat outside the café, and soon grew bored. I contemplated for a long time before I could make up my mind about going back to the city once more. Not that I want to stay in the city, but I have to go to the city to transfer to a train that could bring me to Brighton Beach, and of course I was also thinking about what are my chances of meeting the stalker if I were to go back to the city.

Convinced that he would have left the city and went to have fun, I took the courage to get on board the tram that is heading towards Box Hill via the City.

Sitting in the train, I became very sensitive to males who looked like the stalker, as they all look the same. (Never thought I would think this way) fortunately, nothing happened and I was on my way to Brighton Beach, in search of Brighton Bathhouses.

The sun was certainly shining brightly in the sky as I approach Brighton Beach. The clear, blue sky took my by surprise, as I was perhaps, having reservations about beaches after Williamstown. Still, the view was picturesque, though the bathhouses were nowhere in sight.

Remembering the Chinese saying that goes “good things will be well worth the time and effort spent”, so forward marched I went.