Airline tickets booked. Kayaking and canoeing trips confirmed. Engagement parties conceptualised. Family dinners planned.
Then the world was rocked by a creature so small, it takes 400 of them to stretch across a single hair.
Qantas surprised neither of us when they snuffed out our last glowing ember of hope by cancelling our flights.
Instead of a trip to Canada, we got Melbourne’s 6 months (and counting) of lockdowns. Lockdowns which I hadn’t realised, until chatting with a mate in New York City, are some of the strictest and longest in the world: For most of this period we’ve only been allowed to leave the house for 1-2 hrs per day, within 5km, often with a curfew, for ‘necessary’ supplies and exercise. Masks are mandatory everywhere outside your house.
I compare it to living in a really nice prison. And one that, even if you tried to run from, would be a wasted effort. The city is ringed by police checkpoints, our state borders are closed, and beyond them so are our national ones.
Yes, you heard correctly – we aren’t allowed to leave the country. After 142 years, Australia has returned in boomerang-like fashion to its roots as a giant prison. Politicians intend to keep it that way for possibly another full year.
But the tragedies unfolding around the world extend to far deeper depths than our foiled travel plans, and inconvenienced daily lives. This post isn’t to complain about “woe is me!” problems, or accuse our Premier of being a dictator.
I’m actually just here to share photos from the alternative to an exciting trip with my lovable fiancée across the majesty of Canada. That is, life in lockdown in Melbourne.
Here’s a little compilation about how we’ve been staying (almost) sane.
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(Tip: you can click the photos to go full-screen, then use the arrow-keys to navigate):
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Now for a bonus! Anna’s workplace asked her to make a 30s video of how she spent lockdown. Here’s her answer: “Dancing, and Learning New Things”.