"....she's like 'Oh, my god!'". Tuesday was a city holiday in Melbourne for the Melbourne Cup, the local horse race that is equivalent to the Kentucky Derby. It is the one day of year that the Melburians put away their black clothing and don "colorful" outfits, including derby hats. It is generally scandalous to wear tan pants in this town. Nevertheless, because of the holiday weekend we took a long 4 day road trip to the Great Ocean Road. Once you leave Melbourne, "local" radio deteriorates substantially, so much so that Mom and Dad were forced to start singing along to Taylor Swift and Nicky Minaj, and Isabel had to close her ears and beg us to plug in my iPad and play the Beatles. It was a good trip, regardless. We saw the 12 Apostles, koalas running down the road (some with youngsters on their back), and Dad got burned by the sun.
We ate at an excellent pizza joint in the town of Port Fairy that had a backyard that was like post-apocalyptic Fort Collins.
We also got to spend the night in an old commuter rail car, from Sydney or Melbourne.
And how can you resist this cuteness that we came across in the bush!
We ate at an excellent pizza joint in the town of Port Fairy that had a backyard that was like post-apocalyptic Fort Collins.
We also got to spend the night in an old commuter rail car, from Sydney or Melbourne.
And how can you resist this cuteness that we came across in the bush!
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