We’ve said our goodbyes to Dianne and now we’re on a train back into Melbourne. It’s Saturday afternoon, our flight out is Sunday night, we’re getting quite aware of how little holiday there is left now.
Continue reading Melbourne: The Finalé
Or, How To Kill Your Mother-In-law.
They were pretty happy with themselves yesterday after the seagull incident, but I had plans for Friday. Hike time! That’ll teach ’em.
Continue reading Phillip Island: My Revenge
Off out of to the country again, Wednesday morning we check out of our second Melbourne hotel. We cheekily leave a bunch of our luggage at the hotel we stayed in a week ago; they’re in a much more convenient place for picking it up again, and we knew from last time that they don’t ask for proof of residence.
Continue reading Phillip Island, part one (or; The Birds)
Mmmm, tasty friends.
Tuesday is barbecue day – Jimmy’s parents, who met us all a couple of times when they were in London in the past, have invited us all to their place in the suburbs. It’ll be our last big get-together before we all leave for our various homes; obviously it won’t be long until we see the Londoners again but a bit more of a big deal for the unfortunates (I jest, I jest!) staying in Melbourne.
Continue reading Barbecuing (with?) friends
Monday is one of our last designated tourist days – the day is ours until a dinner booking later. To be honest we feel like we’ve mostly run out of the obvious touristy stuff to do in Melbourne now though; makes sense I suppose, we ticked a bunch of stuff off when we were here a couple of years ago a well. Next trip to Australia we’ll probably cut the Melbourne time down to just catching up with people and go explore somewhere else with the extra time.
Continue reading Monday Melburnian Meanderings
After the wonderful wedding weekend (because alliteration) we’re back into Melbourne on Sunday morning on the train. We’re in another Mercure for this section of the trip, near the Queen Vic markets – not quite as convenient as the last one but still only 10-15 minutes walk from the train station. We drop our bags (it’s still far too early to check in) and head back out.
Continue reading Australia Three: Back in the City
We’re heading out of Melbourne to the Yarra Valley. It’s wine country with vineyards of various sizes, from the very small to the quite large, about an hour outside of Melbourne. I was surprised on the drive quite how quickly the place transitions from urban to rural, I think I’ve had that thought in Australia previously too.
Continue reading The wedding; no *you’re* a valley