Hot Tub, 2 Dec 12

The first week I was staying at Steve's I did my usual Saturday house hunting. I should have been keeping track of how many miles I've put in on foot, trams, trains, and buses getting around the city seeing places. It's a lot. I was out from 8am to 3pm in 85+ degree weather. At the end of the day, my whole right leg was a mess - really sore and tight, with a swollen knee from all the walking. Since I couldn't bring Will Arbogast (physical therapy godsend at Sindecuse Health Center) with me, I was really looking forward to the hot tub to get the knots out - it was one of the reasons I picked Steve's place over some others on airbnb. My place at uni college did not have a bath, and Melbourne is usually under severe water use restrictions, so the hot tub was a fantastic luxury. I was really looking forward to it.

Now the water out of the tap everywhere I've been in Melbourne so far is scalding hot - as in, don't-put-your-hand-in-it dangerous. I got down to the hotel pool, salivating with anticipation of a whole tub filled with water so hot I'd be barely able to stand it. And.... it was slightly warmer than a lukewarm bath. So much for getting all those knots out of my leg. Just another opposite in the land of opposites.

It's a beautiful pool area, though. On the bright side, frozen peas in Australia are just as cold and good for icing swollen joints. By the end of that day, Steve had two bags in his freezer.