Tuesday, November 26
Monday, November 25
A lady I worked with in China is now in Morocco - and I'd love to get there too, so I am thinking of going over that way. A friend has sent me this about Portugal - a combination of Morocco, London, Dublin, Spain and Portugal, maybe.
Things to Do in Portugal
Thursday, November 21
(I note the tea rooms with the most awesome display of foods - with a queue out the front too I noticed, was called Hopetoun Tea Rooms - once upon a time I was a pupil at Hopetoun School, Brighton South Australia. I must discover the history behind the spelling of 'toun' - as opposed to "town". I am sure it means the same....)
Friday, November 15
The building itself is most interesting – I recall that it was the Custom’s House in a previous life, when migrants and visitors to Melbourne were offloaded at the nearby Yarra River to be cleared by Customs.
There are three floors of exhibits in the Museum - and I have just read that no photography can be taken on second floor. Ooops. Still I am promoting the exhibit!
More more information go to the website here.
Thursday, November 14
|The ceiling in the convent|
Wednesday, November 13
The fascination? Motor bikes on footpaths. I remember when we were in China - 2008 and 2010 we were familiar the large numbers of bikes on footpaths - in fact in some places there were so many one had to weave in and out of the bikes randomly parked along the side of major roadways, particularly in shopping and business areas.
I had no idea that the practice had come to the cities of Australia. In some ways it makes sense, but it was something I was unfamiliar with - perhaps because I have not spent a lot of time right in the cities of Australia.
As well as the bikes there was something else that was infesting the footpaths!!! Smokers!!! I guess if you have a big population of workers, and that smoking is no longer permitted inside building, that those who continue with this silly habit have to go down to the street to puff on a fag. There were so many of them!!!!
Being a pedestrian I was forced to walk via this wall of second hand smoke - such that my cough was easily triggered (I have since found out that I have had a mild bout of Whooping Cough), and my clothing smelled of smoke. So awful!!
In addition smokers discarded their butts everywhere. What a stupid stinking mess to pollute a beautiful city.
I emphasise that this is unhealthy and unpleasant - sorry Melbourne, I was not impressed with this aspect of your city life.
Friday, November 8
I set off along Collins Street and was soon distracted by so many other things. The ArtYarramunua Art Gallery, at 500 Collins Street, drew me in and I was so pleased to discover the works of Tommy Watson, (no relation I don't think......) but enjoyed looking at his paintings and reading about him. Click on the link and check out the YouTube video about the artists in the gallery. I loved reading and hearing the stories of the amazing works.
In the same building was Ken Duncan Gallery - and again I was in heaven as I explored the works on show in the gallery. How I would (a) like to be able to take such wonderful photos and (b) afford to buy some of them. I did manage two post cards!!! It is well worth a visit.
On and on I went, discovering something wonderful at almost every block. How wonderful is the shopping in Melbourne!!!! My next stop was The Book Grocer - books at $10 or less. How I tried to resist, but soon after out I came with a bag of books which I lugged with me on and on as I set out to find some food as I was then getting very hungry.
Some of my walkings took me slightly off track, but I continued. I love the graffiti art in the laneways, and was surprised to see so many photographers - completed with tripods in the lanes.
While not everyone would see the "art" in this sort of graffiti - it certainly adds interest and colour to the laneways that otherwise would be dour and filled with illegal graffiti. Now they are a tourist attraction on their own.
I soon found the entrance to China town and walked along - feeling rather disappointed really. It looked dowdy, untidy, and not as grand as I had hoped. I didn't go all the way up the laneway, as my feet by this stage were screaming for a rest, so I looked around and found a restaurant and went in.
I found China Red and went in. The ordering is done on a screen at the table - though I gather from reviews, while it is interesting to do, I and others actually would like to order the normal way. However, I was happy to get some lovely duck and vegetable dumplings which I loved, and I ordered another dish as a takeaway. I loved the restaurant symbol on the plates. Clever.
My weary legs carried me back along another route to the Pensione and a restful night.
Wednesday, November 6
Our flight was around 11.30 am - Brisbane to Adelaide, and we left here about 8 am. Gee I was hungry, but she told me we would get fed on the plane. Also we had an issue as she likes an aisle seat and I like a window seat - and I ended up squeezed in the middle - lamenting that I had not insisted on my favourite window seat, but the biggest insult was the food that was dished up.
A Chorizo Pasty - soft, and awful to taste though might have been appealing to a Chorizo fan. It did nothing for me except leave a nasty taste - about the food and Qantas.
My next flight was with Virgin - yay, I had my window seat again, but a little hemmed in as all seats were full. But I happily paid to have a snack and I loved the flight from Adelaide to Melbourne - not a long flight of course.
Melbourne to Brisbane was on Jetstar. The biggest issue I have with Jetstar is that one has to climb stairs to get in and out of the plane. I struggle with stairs at any time, and lugging a computer bag up and down with me does not help, plus my feet were aching from all my walking. I so wish they would find a way for walkways.
So my choice is Virgin Australia.
Monday, November 4
In Wikipedia it says "The Patawalonga River (sometimes called Patawalonga Creek, and known to local residents as "the Pat") is a short river (roughly 7 km in length) that was, before European settlement, a tidal estuary. The River is serviced by a 210 km2 catchment that exists in metropolitan Adelaide, with its mouth at the suburb of Glenelg."
It was to us just a waterway that one wanted to pass by as quickly as possible! I find it a little amusing that this horrible stench was so 'famous' that it was written about in Wikipedia.
"The Patawalonga is probably best known for its notorious odour, which has been a problem for the "Pat" ever since European settlement since the mid-19th century. The odour arises from seaweed that grows in the shallow depths of the river estuary and, in more recent times, due to stormwater pollution.
Dredging of the outlet beyond the weir to remove sand and seaweed build-up would at times cause the seaweed to float back to shore and rot on the beach, causing a stench.
Also, if too much fresh water flows into the Patawalonga it can kill off saltwater species of fish that exist in the lake - which, again, can result in an unpleasant odour."
Eventually a lot of work was done on the river and now days it is a fantastic lake, and though there have been recent floods, work has been done to reduce this in future.
Now it is a recreation lake - with people learning to paddle, and a safe place for boats and on a clear day looks wonderful.
It is also the home of the replica of the HMS Buffalo. Again from Wikipedia - "Perhaps the most iconic aspect of the Patawalonga River is the permanent mooring there of a replica of the HMS Buffalo, which made the six-month voyage carrying the first 400 settlers to South Australia in 1836. The original Buffalo had also carried Captain Hindmarsh, captain of that vessel and, upon his arrival, the first Governor of South Australia. The Buffalo replica serves as a family and a la carte restaurant floating on the Patawalonga."
My husbands ancestors were on the Buffalo along with some of mine as well. Were we destined to be together - though these days I am solo.
It was also the spot that I would meet my parents when I visited Adelaide. Dad did not like driving to the Adelaide Airport to collect me, so would wait near the Buffalo in his car. I would get a taxi to the Buffalo, and join my parents!
Another icon of the Glenelg area is the tram. Trams still ply their way from Jetty Road (near the old Town Hall - venue for dances when I was in my teens) right into the city and beyond these days.
|Historic old tram near the Buffalo.|
These days it is a rather quiet suburb of Adelaide with a load of history.
One story that I remember from one of our visits to Semaphore was that my father had gone to a fish and chip shop, and we sat down on the sand to eat the contents of the parcel wrapped up in newspaper as all fish and chip meals were in those days. Having opened it up, and barely with time to admire the food contents - for it was a special treat for our family - Mum, Dad, my sister and I, - a seagull with a bowel problem flew overhead and pooed right in the middle of our dinner. Oddly enough I can't recall what happened after that as I know Dad let off a few (tame) expletives in front of his girls, and I do think he got another meal, but I don't recall.
On this occasion we were seeking information on Bev's family who had been early settlers in Semaphore - she had a list of addresses etc and we managed to find some of the houses where her grandparents had lived back in the 1940's, and the building which housed a bakery which was family owned.
She went to the Library for more information and I wandered down to the jetty to take some photos. It was very quiet - few visitors, though the shops along the main street seemed to be busy.
|Looking out to see along the jetty.|
|The white sand beside the jetty.|
|From the jetty up the main street.|
|A Sculpture overlooking the beach.|
On this day we also had time to catch up with one of our fellow nursing students from Mt Gambier Days in the 1960's.
I have been unable to find out why she has dementia, but it may be because of high blood pressure. (Note to self - get blood pressure down to "normal" level). It seems it is hereditary. Darn.
Dad did care for her until mid 2010 - but she was a handful and I don't know how he managed. He passed away in July 2011. Sadly Mum did not attend the funeral, and seldom remembers that he has passed on. She often tells us that he has been visiting, or is about to do so. She often tells strange stories and we (her two daughters) find it hard to deal with. If you tell her that she is not telling the truth, she will argue, and if you go along with the story you can find yourself in a conversation that is so confusing! No win here. On good days, though, she can remember quite a bit, and conversation can be very interesting.
She is in a two bed room - but mostly her room mates have been more incapacitated than her, and she often refuses to speak with anyone as she doesn't "know" them. She does join in some of the activities in the home, but is just as likely to refuse to participate.
Her birthday was strange. A small group of family attended - with a cake and wine.
It was a glorious occasion, but she found it difficult to believe that she was 98. She thought about 91!!
When she was 70 years old she started to write her life story. I have what she wrote and hope one day to finish off the story for her - for history's sake.
A butcher bird has stood on my back fence and warbled a welcome home. My garden is looking a little worse for wear (and lack of rain) but all plants will survive and I thank my neighbour for watering, but know that a good downpour of rain would have given the plants more enthusiasm to grow. A tomato is nearly ripe, the lettuce has gone to seed - more work to be done.
But back to the stories of my journey.....
We stayed at Baybeachfront Apartments on North Esplanade at Glenelg. Chosen for the convenience and the price. You get what you pay for .... and while there were elements of disappointment we really didn't need to pay high prices for a bed for the night (or 7) and a place to prepare our food. As it turns out there was some rebuilding around the pool area, and we saved a little more as we were given a discount. Would I stay there again? Unlikely. But it well and truly served its purpose for us.
Walking around the area was rewarding. Spectacular views around the beach and the Patawalonga Lake, especially early in the morning or late afternoon was always a treat.
|One of the amazing houses on North Esplanade.|
|Another amazing house on the Esplanade.|
We spent quite a bit of time in Jetty Road, Glenelg, though not spending a lot of money and one morning we caught the tram into the city and wandered around there - having lunch at the Adelaide Casino, and losing our $5!!!
In Jetty Road I found a kitchenware shop, HomeBasics and found an awesome collection of bamboo items. Now, I already had a heavy suitcase and was reluctant to add to the weight - though well below what my allowance was on the airlines I was booked on. However, I submitted to my urge to add to my collection and bought a Maxwell and Williams trivet, and with reluctance turned my back on other items. (I do have a collection of bamboo kitchen tools!)
There is so much to see and do around this area that the week that we had did not do justice to it, but I had gone to Adelaide for one special reason. My mother's 98th Birthday.