Sep
1
2009
Melbourne Express
Author: SamI could not wait to land and say my first G’day to some unsuspecting Aussie. We had been flying for what seemed like an eternity, a flight longer than our non stop marathon the Berlin from Phoenix, where we hired a taxi and toured the German city. Instead, we were two for the road, Dagny and I on our first trip down under, and we would not be staying at any of the luxury hotels Melbourne Australia kindly made available. We thought we would rent a caravan, or recreational vehicle,and visit the various sight of OZ. But first, we were starving (we thought,what with the time changes, we did not know what we were supposed to be) and so looked forward to food from the barbie. I was speaking Aussie already.
We went to New Quay, a place seemingly claimed by artists and had fish kabobs and crazy pizzas. We walked along the the peaceful scene and realized we were in a food court. We laughed when we realized the equivalent in India from our recent trip was a road of food hawkers. We delighted dealing with the Indian brethren of the food court stall-warts, and we wondered what Indian fellow would think of this. The food was food was good, if a little less adventurous. Needless to say a pub stop was in order, and we had some local brews,and when we had to speak to order, giving away our origin identity, we received hearty back slaps and hand shakes and we did not have to buy our beers. Thanks Melbourne. We whiled away the evening , headed down to the beach and strolled about. The next morning we grabbed a tall blond, also known as a latte, and loaded up the caravan a searched for breakfast, got our bearings and headed out .