Lands Down Under (Day 7)

January 17



[Before we begin our tour of Melbourne (pronounced:  “mel-bun,” according to our American shipboard travel advisor), a parting shot of some American tourists in Sydney captured by the lens of Bert.]





[And now, Melbourne.  We made no arrangements for any tours, so we just wandered around the city, unattended and unchaperoned.  Here The Biddies are on the bus ride from port to the CBD.]


[We disembarked the bus hard by the Yarra River.  I have reason to believe this is Princes Bridge, the over water extension of Swanston Street.]


[And this, of course, would be the Yarra River . . . and the city!]


[There’s seems to be a bit of one upmanship between Melbourne and Sydney.  Sydney has a slight lead in population at 4.6 million to 4.4 million – but Melbourne claims to be growing faster.]


[All the folks Down Under just row, row, row the boat.]


[We were here for the start of the Australian Open tennis tournament.  This is where it’s played.  If you know the history of the tournament, you are aware it is has to deal with mid-summer temperatures, often over 120 degrees on the courts.  Well, the main court is roofed now for a/c.  You may recall the Grosses came to Australia a few days earlier than us and had already spent some time in Melbourne – so Kathy and Bert decided to go to the tennis tournament on this day.]


[We all liked the poster.]




[Wikipedia:  Flinders Street railway station is a railway station on the corner of Flinders and Swanston Streets in Melbourne. It serves the entire metropolitan rail network. Backing onto the city reach of the Yarra River in the heart of the city, the complex covers two whole city blocks and extends from Swanston Street to Queen Street.]


[I think we’re here, and we want to get to there.]


[Here’s there.]


[Views of the city from inside the open-air market for . . . everything!]



[The Biddies and I decided we wanted to take the old hop on-hop off trolley around the city.  We had wandered over here to Parliament House which had a stop for the trolley . . . ]


[But it was really hot, standing there on the concrete and asphalt.  As I recall, the trolley was suppose to be on a 20-minute cycle. But after getting cooked for about 40 minutes, we went around the corner and caught the regular metro.  Did I mention it was really HOT?]


[So, absent the classic open air trolley views, we shot photos through the windows as best we could.  But we did see most of the CBD.  This stadium is on the west side of the city – the Parliament House was on the east side.]



[Our short day in Melbourne was coming to an end.  We were hot, tired, thirsty, and hungry – and then we ran across this place on the way back to the bus.  Had a fun time with the young guy running the place.]


[We got our beverages and split a lovely Margherita pizza . . . and The Biddies caught up with their social media.]


[We were having so much fun at Fatto that the Super chipped in with the next 3 photos.  I believe the Super posted this first one on FB from here.]




[The view from just outside Fatto.]


[Princes Bridge]


[They told me I was just a tad too old.]


[Our bus stop was in front of the gallery.]


[Back on board the ship, we  were always advised of the day of the week just by stepping onto an elevator.]


[Views of the city from the ship . . . ]



[Too HOT!]


[Our room was right next to the exit door for the deck; Rita and Shari were right next door.  We had a two-room hallway.]


[Turn 90 degrees from where I took the above photo and you have the hallway for the whole length of the ship.]


[The Biddies, now showered and refreshed, donned their robes for a little outdoor window peeping.]


[That’s our back deck.  People really couldn’t see in very well . . . well, I hope they couldn’t because we were making faces.]


[Goodbye, Melbourne!  Good on ya’!]






[We were now crossing Bass Strait, in the Tasman Sea, heading for our next port of call  – Burnie, Tasmania.]


Hey, people who travel with their bed pillow.  You look insane.  ~  Jim Gaffigan

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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