The party’s over

We arrived in Melbourne under sunny azure skies, a delightful antidote to the Tasmanian chill.

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Truly an idyllic scene under the Yarra pedestrian bridge as the Friday afternoon sun slowly began to set.

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This is a city on a much larger scale than Sydney or Brisbane. The centre seems to have been totally redeveloped since the turn of the century, with a range of — ahem — challenging architecture.

imageWe wondered about tumbling property prices (geddit?).

imageFed Square is the Marmite (or rather Vegemite) of this trend. Love it or… well, decide for yourselves.

imageTraditional areas remain, like the much-loved Queen Vic market. (Does anyone call it that? They do now.)

imageThese fine old terraced houses lie around the original university campus.

imageChinatown dates from the 1854 gold rush, when ambitious Chinese came to seek their fortune. It led to riots and, ultimately, the notorious White Australia policy.

imageBut the only building we’d ever heard of was the mighty Melbourne Cricket Ground, for some reason known here as the Imm Say Jay. Unless we’re very much mistaken, that’s Dennis Lillee putting the fear of God into England batsmen.

imageThe weather changed dramatically on our second day. Rain cascaded down, the temperature dropped and the wind got up, with surprising results. It proved to be an omen.

imageWe took a trip out to the Great Ocean Road to see the Twelve Apostles, limestone stacks millions of years old. Actually there were only ever nine of them, and one collapsed a decade ago. So here are most of them…

image… and these are the others.

imageWe finally encountered roos in the wild, if you can call a golf course wild. Yes, that one is wearing a blue tag.

imageKoalas too, up a gum tree as ever.

imageNearby were crimson rosellas…

image… and king parrots, perched on our van hoping for sustenance.

imageThis one photobombed our intimate koala portrait.

imageTere duly fed them birdseed. Note the crutches, bought in Hobart where her “good” knee seized up.

Sad to say, it got worse. Here we now sit in a Melbourne hospital where she has just undergone an arthroscopy. Our trip ends here, and we’ll be home when the medics say it’s safe for her to travel. It was fun while it lasted! G’day to you all.

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7 comments

  1. Sorry to hear about Tere’s knee problem. Hope she gets better soon and has a pleasant trip home. Thank you for great highlights of your trip, has made me want to discover more of Australia on a future trip.

  2. I’ve really enjoyed following your blog – and very sorry to hear about Tere’s knee – so I hope you both have a safe journey back as it’s a looooong flight. Take care, Margaret

  3. Wonderful. Knees should be banned. And hips. And yet backs. Hope flight back comfortable.

    All the best

    John

  4. Dear Tere, so sorry to hear about your unfortunate knee. I hope it won’t have marred the whole holiday experience!
    Safe journey home. Jan XX


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