It smells like Bali

 "It smells like Bali."

"No, that's the hops."

"No, it smells like Bali."

"Nah, that's just he brewery."

"But it smells like Bali."

Jay and I had just left the gym. It was 8 p.m. It's been sitting at 100% humidity and Melbourne feels like Bali at the moment. It's probably feeling more like Bali in Sydney where they've had a stupid amount of rain and it's a few degrees warmer. but still. It was dark out, and close as we went out into the night. Sitting somewhere in the early evening the night time workings of the local brewery may have been spewing out the scent of hops.

But all I could smell was Bali.

The wet of the last few days. The overcast days. The over the top humidity have left the place feeling sodden. What's worse, the gym, with its dodgy air conditioning makes it feel like you're working out in a sauna. When you walk out, you feel the difference in the atmosphere. It's a degree or so cooler, but far more close. The damp takes you over like a wave. 

And despie what Jay says, I don't think it's the hops from the local brewery. The wet asphalt. The damp air. There's no breeze. The sound of soft falling rain. The occasional cricket. And for me, through the window, the cloy of the neighbour's night blooming jasmine. 

It's not he hops. It's smells like Bali here at the moment, which is of some comfort.

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