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Published: August 8th 2007
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This morning Sarah’s friend Ester came to pic the three of us up after offering to drive us to the Mornington Peninsula, which lies just south of Melbourne.
Before we’d even left Melbourne we’d stumbled across a sight that I was shocked to see; an actual car wash where the women were scantily dressed in Bikini’s and 5 of them were working on the one car as a couple of guys totally perved on them- I really thought these things were a joke, not real- I’d like to know where the naked man version is.
Any way, after getting out of Melbourne we travelled along the Port Philip side of the coast, taking in some gorgeous beaches and first stopping at a look-out point near Arthur’s seat. This was when we decided to head along to some of the wineries and cheese tasting places around Red Hill. The first place we stumbled across was a family run winery where we tasted an award winning Chardonnay and then we headed to the cheese place where we sampled a plater of fantastic cheeses. This in retrospect was probably a silly thing to do when hungry as it is pretty hard
to savour the taste of anything when you just want to eat.
We next tried to find somewhere to eat that suited our budgets as this area is quite pricey, unfortunately we couldn’t find anything so that meant heading about an hour back towards the coast and the area of Rye where we ended up getting a Subway sandwich. Here the beach was beautiful and sadly I didn’t have my camera operating so I’ll have to try and get some pictures off the others to show you. We spent about an hour here, horizontal in the sand, before moving on to Port Sea, the climax of our drive. After arriving our attention quickly turned to the Port Sea hotel as here we could celebrate reaching our final destination with a cold one whilst enjoying their giant beer garden that overlooked the coast, just lovely!
When back in central Melbourne we had a great evening as we were reunited with a couple of the guys we’d met in New Zealand; Robbie, who lives and works here, and Scottish Victor who was just passing though- reminiscing can be lots of fun.
The following day of interest involved investigating the
Victoria markets. Liz and I got the free tram and were dropped off just out side the market area. The Vic markets on Sundays are brilliant, they have every single food you can think of and some you probably couldn’t, to buy or sample. If you can actually drag your self away from the indoor food markets you will happen upon hundreds of stalls selling anything and everything. It is one of those places where you can leave with lots of stuff you didn’t intend to buy and still don’t come back with what you went there to get. Liz and I were unbelievably restrained; I bought a 5 dollar watch as mine had cracked and Liz just bought a slice of pizza.
We then caught the free tram to the Docklands where we followed the sculptural walk down to the end of the dock. These are modern sculptures and I bored Liz with my modern art (limited) know how on how you should approach such a sculpture and what effect the artist possibly intended. After feeling a bit walked out we sat at a bar that had live music and enjoyed a beer or four before heading back
home.
The following day however I had to make a visit to casualty as my foot had been playing up for a few days and was now really hurting. After waiting about forever I was told that a bone in my foot was possibly broken but they would need to do more tests as it didn’t look straight forward. I was however fitted with a very attractive boot that I had to wear until they had done the tests but unfortunately these tests couldn’t happen until Friday and that was the day of my flight to Perth. He doctor said I would be very unwise to not have the tests so she wrote me a letter to the airline that explained why I couldn’t take the flight and said it had worked in the past.
Unfortunately the letter did nothing from stopping the airline whacking me with a huge cancellation fee and refusing to give my money back. So am now broke, money wise and foot wise- sporting one kinky boot.
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