Well here I am in Melbourne, guests of my elder daughter Catherine and her husband Mark.
It was a beautiful summer day in Wellington, and since we have had so few it was almost a shame to leave it. On the other hand there is no shortage of such in the big brown land. As we climbed out of Wellington I could see the Porirua Harbour and the Pauatahanui inlet to the right of the picture. See you at the end of the month.
Soon we were over the Marlborough Sounds which looked amazing. If I recall correctly they were formed by some ice age in ancient times.
After that there were three hours of uninterrupted white cloud so the window shade was lowered and I enjoyed the food and movies on offer in the front end of the Qantas aircraft. Truth to tell, I lost interest in the movies and chose to shut them down to read a book on my iPad. Then it was time to descend and with the shades now open the dry landscape below was fascinating. This is the town of Moe in Gippsland, Victoria.
Before long a few familiar landmarks appeared and there was the Cardinia Reservoir, a spectacular lak just to the West of the Dandenong Ranges.
Electronic passports and an honest face (borrowed for the occasion) got me through the whole immigration and customs thing in just a few minutes. The longest part of the process was waiting for the baggage carousel to cough up my suitcase. I got a ride from there with Mark who works at the airport. I see that the trouble prone giant ferris wheel, the “Southern Star” is once again open for business, though not attracting the customers that were intended.
Catherine and Mark live in St Kilda which is a very pleasant seaside suburb. I had to go out to the supermarket to get some items that are not normally part of their diet, passing Melbourne’s Luna Park, all closed and dark for the night.
In Acland Street, there are an amazing number of cake shops and though I have yet to succumb, the windows full of “heart-attack-on-a-plate” confections are amazing.
A bright day ahead
* from the latin which correctly should read “sic transit gloria mundi” … thus passes the glory of the world.