“Tony Abbott celebrates 100 days with no
asylum seekers.” I haven’t made that up – a real headline in the papers.
Welcome to Australia (if you can get in). Now we’re here I’m tempted to apply
for asylum, but from what, warm beer? That might actually work.
We’ve rocked up in Melbourne for lunch with
our friends Barney and Spitfire, although lunch
appears to have lasted a week.
We’re in Werribee, a South Western suburb with insects constantly fretting
about the price of honey. We started at the excellent local winery of Shadowfax
where numerous bottles of rose were consumed, and we were actually thrown out
to make way for the evening wedding party. We moved onto superb Spanish tapas
in town, and rounded off with the colonial tram, where excellent food and wine
is served in a restored tram that gently clanks its way around the city, taking
us to St. Kilda along the coast past the Palais Theatre, and back again. In
between courses, Barney and I found time for a round of golf and an Aussie
rules football game at the state of the art, modern, impressive Etihad stadium.
Did someone pass a law that all new stadia have to be named after middle
eastern airlines?
Tasmania next, so jumpers packed and ready
to go.
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