I got up at my normal 6:00 AM local and finished reading a
motorcycle book that Sandy had procured from the local library, Is that Thing Diesel?.
A book that a local wrote about riding an 8 HP Bio-Diesel motorcycle all the way around Australia. Pretty interesting and the author was pretty entertaining. I find myself up before anyone else and I usually have about an 1 ½ hours before others start to stir, which provided me some quiet time each day. Others began to arise as I finished the book, Sandy prepared another wonderful meal, and we headed out to the Queen Victoria Market here in Melbourne.
It was established around 1850 and has been in continuous operation daily since then. Pretty cool place, where you can get anything from fresh slaughtered pig to fine pottery. Not sure what a Bay Bug is!
There are still old metal rails crisscrossing the ceiling where they would kill the animals in one section, hook them up, and then push them to each section to prepare the animal until arriving at the final “butcher” station. See them up to the left?
Reminded me a lot of the old Lexington Market in downtown Baltimore, but probably 5 times bigger.
We shopped around found some shirts and knickknacks and had a grand time just soaking up our final day here in Melbourne.
We purchased a boomerang and a small didgeridoo and we were told they had to be checked at the airport…………..REALLY! I want to see the bushman that can use that ancient weapon in the confines of a narrow airplane cabin. There local “hero” Crocodile Dundee surly couldn’t, so what is a weak old yank going to be able to do with it! So we picked out a few things and hustled back to Neal’s to watch Oklahoma University (Sandy grew up in Ok) get a proper “thumping” from Clemson. I have to assume it was a thumping, as when we left for the airport for our flight to Sydney, it was 27-0! We said our goodbyes to our wonderful friends and hosts for the last week and Neal drove us to the airport. It touched me as I was thanking him profusely, he thanked me for bringing a piece of home to him for the holidays. He and Sandy are wonderful people and friends that we cherish deeply, and I can’t wait until they come back to Atlanta in May for good. Good day Melbourne, you will always hold a place in my heart, but it is now on to our final adventure here in Australia………. Beware Sydney the Yanks are Coming!!!!!
A book that a local wrote about riding an 8 HP Bio-Diesel motorcycle all the way around Australia. Pretty interesting and the author was pretty entertaining. I find myself up before anyone else and I usually have about an 1 ½ hours before others start to stir, which provided me some quiet time each day. Others began to arise as I finished the book, Sandy prepared another wonderful meal, and we headed out to the Queen Victoria Market here in Melbourne.
It was established around 1850 and has been in continuous operation daily since then. Pretty cool place, where you can get anything from fresh slaughtered pig to fine pottery. Not sure what a Bay Bug is!
There are still old metal rails crisscrossing the ceiling where they would kill the animals in one section, hook them up, and then push them to each section to prepare the animal until arriving at the final “butcher” station. See them up to the left?
Reminded me a lot of the old Lexington Market in downtown Baltimore, but probably 5 times bigger.
We shopped around found some shirts and knickknacks and had a grand time just soaking up our final day here in Melbourne.
We purchased a boomerang and a small didgeridoo and we were told they had to be checked at the airport…………..REALLY! I want to see the bushman that can use that ancient weapon in the confines of a narrow airplane cabin. There local “hero” Crocodile Dundee surly couldn’t, so what is a weak old yank going to be able to do with it! So we picked out a few things and hustled back to Neal’s to watch Oklahoma University (Sandy grew up in Ok) get a proper “thumping” from Clemson. I have to assume it was a thumping, as when we left for the airport for our flight to Sydney, it was 27-0! We said our goodbyes to our wonderful friends and hosts for the last week and Neal drove us to the airport. It touched me as I was thanking him profusely, he thanked me for bringing a piece of home to him for the holidays. He and Sandy are wonderful people and friends that we cherish deeply, and I can’t wait until they come back to Atlanta in May for good. Good day Melbourne, you will always hold a place in my heart, but it is now on to our final adventure here in Australia………. Beware Sydney the Yanks are Coming!!!!!
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