Yuch, instant coffee for breakfast but thank heavens Victoria folk value good coffee (for one reader the owner of this hotel appears to be ex RAAF cargo sporting a C49 T shirt) so getting a good big mug of excellent coffee is so simple. Kind of proper rain but you get wet and dry at the same time.
Hopped a bus to Queenscliffe. Imagine Melbourne Harbour as a circle with a small bite out at the bottom. Previosuly I had been at Sorrento, the Eastern bit of the bit and Queenscliffe is the Western side of the bite. The car ferry between the two places takes just 40 minutes through some nasty currents so they are very close. And I found this beautiful lady all steamed up - but not for me
3ft 6" gauge. There isn't really a cliff and this town is built around the fortifications to protect the harbour which became the Sandhurst of Australia. The pilots are also based there. Australians seem to think that as there's is a big country, ice cream scoops shoukd be gigantic My honeycomb and choc chip caramel scoops were certainly that and I am not complaining. Brymor, take note. Needed a Labrador's length tongue to prevent drips.
.Now whilst petrol is around half UK prices, though price seems to vary by around 20% , beer is double the price. Micro breweries are breeding like rabbits and that ought to deoress prices but £6 for a pint is a bit much. The one I tried tasted oddly of aranges and I gather this a fad at the moment - not for me.
A trip back on the bus and the down to the waterfront. Although this is Geelong Harbour, the water is crystal clear, not blue given the clouds, but clear to a fair depth. I found a restaurant that not only served food at a time that I wanted to eat but also had a decent local wine list and ate watching yachts racing just a few hundred yards away as I toasted them in sparkling wine.
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