Day 100
Friday
7 April 2017 - Finished my book Paris Lights. It was a really light on text, great for mind numbing, but certainly no literary prize winner. Very predictable and not really that well written.
South Dandenong - Moorabbin - Melbourne - Carlton - Brunswick - Cheltenham
Today we had planned to get back in to Melbourne so Paul could check out a couple of breweries, but as they didn't open until later int he day there was no real rush to get the day started. We plodded along, but were still organised by 10am, so we jumped in the car and headed to a motorcycle superstore come warehouse to check out what they had. Paul picked up a new pair of boots, as his ones have given up the ghost.
Once he had made his purchase, we drove on to Moorabbin train station. We were lucky enough to have a commuter vacate a parking space that we jumped into straight away and then walked into the train station. We added more funds to our myki cars and then waited 5 min for the next train to arrive before making the journey into Melbourne once again.
We made our way onto the footpath and up Swanston Street, dodging the hoards doing the same. We made our way to the Library, before turning left, consulting the map and making our way to the Queen Victoria Markets. We passed an alley painted up with great murals that I couldn't resist taking photos of.
I love coming to the markets and always find something to take away. This time it was a new hat, to replace the broad brim I have lost along the way. Paul bought a Tigers scarf to dry his tears on when his team looses to West Coast tomorrow. I could have bought so much more, but I have to keep reminding myself this isn't a shopping trip. Where are my shopping pals, encouraging me to bash the plastic? Oh what fun we could have.
With our purchases bagged, we continued our journey on to Carlton. We navigated the streets, using footpaths connecting the multi-story buildings, havens for smokers, clogging the air with their choking smoke that hangs around in the alcoves long after they have gone. Gross.
I managed to navigate us to Lygon Street in Carlton, famous for its Italian restaurants and as such we stopped for a pasta meal, sitting in the alfresco area next to the road, where we could people watch as we sipped our drinks and ate our delicious meals.
Our next mission was to get to Brunswick and on to Temple Brewing Company. We opted to walk off our large pasta meals rather than take the easy route and jump on a tram. With Google telling us it was a 3.9km walk, we began our journey up Lygon. As we did, I spoke to Annie on the phone. It was great to catch and hear about all that is going on at home.
The brewery was easy enough to find, being just off Lygon Street in Brunswick. We made our way to the bar, where Paul gave his well-versed spiel before being given a tasting paddle to try. I was also given a small sample of their Okinawa brew. I won’t be going back for it.
When Paul had completed his task, we were off to Flinders Street Train Station. We again chose to walk, retracing our steps down Lygon street and into the busy restaurant area of Carlton. I was in need of something to mask the taste of beer, so I insisted we stop in at San Churro for a hot chocolate and churros. I took a photo of some more street art and a pasta chef, who was busy making gnocchi in the window of a restaurant.
After the quick stop we returned to the train station with the throng of commuters wanting to get home. There were now train disruptions. We jumped on the train we thought was going our direction, only for it to start heading in the opposite. We got off at the next stop and returned to Flinders and collected another train going the right way, but was an express, so we had to get off again and then wait for the next one to come in and we were finally right.
We rode the train to Moorabbin then got off and made our way to the Grape and Grain across the street so Paul could have a pint of the Renaissance Brewery’s Tribute barley wine beer. We made ourselves comfortable in their lounge area while Paul drank his 13.9% pint. I actually didn’t mind it either. It tasted more like a port than a beer.
Our final stop for the night was the Bad Shepherd Brewery in Cheltenham. Spiel given to the man in charge and Paul was set with a tasting paddle to sample. We bought a pizza to share and while Paul wrote his reviews I spoke to Sharon on the phone, catching up once again with the goings on back home. Pizza arrived, the size of a side plate, just as well I wasn’t hungry. We ate it then returned to the bar to chat to a local. Paul was given some Mornington Brewery merchandise in Richmond colours and then it was time to navigate home.
With the help of the GPS I managed to get us both home in one piece in the dark. It was late for returning home, 7.45pm and I was beat from our full day of walking. I was too lazy to do much, other than laze on the couch as Paul wrote up his reviews for the day. I did go through the pics, but not much else and was soon crawling into bed, unable to keep my eyes open.
South Dandenong - Moorabbin - Melbourne - Carlton - Brunswick - Cheltenham
Today we had planned to get back in to Melbourne so Paul could check out a couple of breweries, but as they didn't open until later int he day there was no real rush to get the day started. We plodded along, but were still organised by 10am, so we jumped in the car and headed to a motorcycle superstore come warehouse to check out what they had. Paul picked up a new pair of boots, as his ones have given up the ghost.
Once he had made his purchase, we drove on to Moorabbin train station. We were lucky enough to have a commuter vacate a parking space that we jumped into straight away and then walked into the train station. We added more funds to our myki cars and then waited 5 min for the next train to arrive before making the journey into Melbourne once again.
We made our way onto the footpath and up Swanston Street, dodging the hoards doing the same. We made our way to the Library, before turning left, consulting the map and making our way to the Queen Victoria Markets. We passed an alley painted up with great murals that I couldn't resist taking photos of.
With our purchases bagged, we continued our journey on to Carlton. We navigated the streets, using footpaths connecting the multi-story buildings, havens for smokers, clogging the air with their choking smoke that hangs around in the alcoves long after they have gone. Gross.
I managed to navigate us to Lygon Street in Carlton, famous for its Italian restaurants and as such we stopped for a pasta meal, sitting in the alfresco area next to the road, where we could people watch as we sipped our drinks and ate our delicious meals.
Our next mission was to get to Brunswick and on to Temple Brewing Company. We opted to walk off our large pasta meals rather than take the easy route and jump on a tram. With Google telling us it was a 3.9km walk, we began our journey up Lygon. As we did, I spoke to Annie on the phone. It was great to catch and hear about all that is going on at home.
The brewery was easy enough to find, being just off Lygon Street in Brunswick. We made our way to the bar, where Paul gave his well-versed spiel before being given a tasting paddle to try. I was also given a small sample of their Okinawa brew. I won’t be going back for it.
When Paul had completed his task, we were off to Flinders Street Train Station. We again chose to walk, retracing our steps down Lygon street and into the busy restaurant area of Carlton. I was in need of something to mask the taste of beer, so I insisted we stop in at San Churro for a hot chocolate and churros. I took a photo of some more street art and a pasta chef, who was busy making gnocchi in the window of a restaurant.
After the quick stop we returned to the train station with the throng of commuters wanting to get home. There were now train disruptions. We jumped on the train we thought was going our direction, only for it to start heading in the opposite. We got off at the next stop and returned to Flinders and collected another train going the right way, but was an express, so we had to get off again and then wait for the next one to come in and we were finally right.
We rode the train to Moorabbin then got off and made our way to the Grape and Grain across the street so Paul could have a pint of the Renaissance Brewery’s Tribute barley wine beer. We made ourselves comfortable in their lounge area while Paul drank his 13.9% pint. I actually didn’t mind it either. It tasted more like a port than a beer.
Our final stop for the night was the Bad Shepherd Brewery in Cheltenham. Spiel given to the man in charge and Paul was set with a tasting paddle to sample. We bought a pizza to share and while Paul wrote his reviews I spoke to Sharon on the phone, catching up once again with the goings on back home. Pizza arrived, the size of a side plate, just as well I wasn’t hungry. We ate it then returned to the bar to chat to a local. Paul was given some Mornington Brewery merchandise in Richmond colours and then it was time to navigate home.
With the help of the GPS I managed to get us both home in one piece in the dark. It was late for returning home, 7.45pm and I was beat from our full day of walking. I was too lazy to do much, other than laze on the couch as Paul wrote up his reviews for the day. I did go through the pics, but not much else and was soon crawling into bed, unable to keep my eyes open.
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