Wednesday,13th September,2006
9.05am
No chance for a run today!
Crossed into the Victorian border.
We stopped in a quaint little town named Kaniva, where I spotted a little old lady walking down the street with a big smile on her face.
She looked so sweet wither little handbag over her arm.Is there a little old granny shop that specialises in little old lady handbags ,heavy pink face powder and thick heeled shoes with decorative buttons on the side?
We stopped for a coffee in a typically ‘rustic’ styled coffee shop, but, this one was a little different in that it had a shoe display which included a air of Steve Monaghetti’s shoes! I touched them and everything.
They even had a pair belonging to former Prime Minister, Malcolm Fraser. He’s got MASSIVE feet, which might explain why he was caught with his pants down. Bragart.
Sign spotted “Don’t drive asleep”..thanks for the tip vicroads!
The waves are reducing in number now that there are more cars on the road.
There are 3 types of waves that drivers do-
1. the index finger straight up wave
2. the 4 fingers up,thumb remaning on the wheel wave
3. the whole hand off the wheel and half semi circle to the right wave.
I favour the granny from The Beverly Hillbilly’s floppy wrist wave.
11.10am
Isn’t wail a funny name for a town? Specially when I can’t even see the twain.
We hit Stawell around lunchtime.I managed to get a pic of the Athletics Club.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/stawell.jpg
This town is famous for an annual sprinting race the Stawell Gift..It is held on the oval behind the club and some very speedy blokes scream down the track for glory and a cash prize.This event should be particularly noted for the brightly coloured,ill fitting bibs the participants have to wear. It’s a sporting fashion tragedy .
Driver Dick’s whiz took place at a truck stop 1.5kms out of town.He informed me that the rocks were mostly clay and worn down quartz.
It was blatantly clear to me at that point, that had he not informed me of that, I would have spent the rest of my life with this feeling of emptiness that I would never know was related to the absence of that pertinent bit of information.
3.06pm
Our first sighting of the Melbourne city skyline! It’s like..emerald city! Cept not as green..or sparkly.
Which reminds me..I STILL HAVE NO ANTI-VOMIT DUGS!!
4pm
This is not my first visit to Melbourne,however,on previous visits I flew in and was driven into the city by Taxi. It’s different when you have to navigate yourself through.
When you drive on the Melbourne freeways,you feel a little bit like a toy car on a giant toy speedway.
Then there’s the huge rollercoaster like bridge. It arches high over the river,and Driver Dick is afraid of heights.
So there we have it.The GPS beeping furiously ,warning our turn off is approaching,me screaming at Driver Dick to keep his eyes in front,Driver Dick yelling that he wants to get out of the toll paying lane and into the free one, and, IS THIS BRIDGE TILTING TO ONE SIDE??
Talk about hicks.
I built up such a sweat.
Finally we made it to the port.The seas heading out towards tassie look very calm.I know it’s trying to lull me into a false sense of hope.
I ind the nearest chemist and buy them out of eveything they have going .Pills,wrist bands,crystalised ginger, Tibetan monk blessed rice granules,magnetic aura clensing enemas.GIVE ME THEM ALL
Next Stop: Most likely the porcelain alter ,but I’ll be positive and say Tassie!
Song of the Day:Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is -Jet
No chance for a run today!
Crossed into the Victorian border.
We stopped in a quaint little town named Kaniva, where I spotted a little old lady walking down the street with a big smile on her face.
She looked so sweet wither little handbag over her arm.Is there a little old granny shop that specialises in little old lady handbags ,heavy pink face powder and thick heeled shoes with decorative buttons on the side?
We stopped for a coffee in a typically ‘rustic’ styled coffee shop, but, this one was a little different in that it had a shoe display which included a air of Steve Monaghetti’s shoes! I touched them and everything.
They even had a pair belonging to former Prime Minister, Malcolm Fraser. He’s got MASSIVE feet, which might explain why he was caught with his pants down. Bragart.
Sign spotted “Don’t drive asleep”..thanks for the tip vicroads!
The waves are reducing in number now that there are more cars on the road.
There are 3 types of waves that drivers do-
1. the index finger straight up wave
2. the 4 fingers up,thumb remaning on the wheel wave
3. the whole hand off the wheel and half semi circle to the right wave.
I favour the granny from The Beverly Hillbilly’s floppy wrist wave.
11.10am
Isn’t wail a funny name for a town? Specially when I can’t even see the twain.
We hit Stawell around lunchtime.I managed to get a pic of the Athletics Club.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/stawell.jpg
This town is famous for an annual sprinting race the Stawell Gift..It is held on the oval behind the club and some very speedy blokes scream down the track for glory and a cash prize.This event should be particularly noted for the brightly coloured,ill fitting bibs the participants have to wear. It’s a sporting fashion tragedy .
Driver Dick’s whiz took place at a truck stop 1.5kms out of town.He informed me that the rocks were mostly clay and worn down quartz.
It was blatantly clear to me at that point, that had he not informed me of that, I would have spent the rest of my life with this feeling of emptiness that I would never know was related to the absence of that pertinent bit of information.
3.06pm
Our first sighting of the Melbourne city skyline! It’s like..emerald city! Cept not as green..or sparkly.
Which reminds me..I STILL HAVE NO ANTI-VOMIT DUGS!!
4pm
This is not my first visit to Melbourne,however,on previous visits I flew in and was driven into the city by Taxi. It’s different when you have to navigate yourself through.
When you drive on the Melbourne freeways,you feel a little bit like a toy car on a giant toy speedway.
Then there’s the huge rollercoaster like bridge. It arches high over the river,and Driver Dick is afraid of heights.
So there we have it.The GPS beeping furiously ,warning our turn off is approaching,me screaming at Driver Dick to keep his eyes in front,Driver Dick yelling that he wants to get out of the toll paying lane and into the free one, and, IS THIS BRIDGE TILTING TO ONE SIDE??
Talk about hicks.
I built up such a sweat.
Finally we made it to the port.The seas heading out towards tassie look very calm.I know it’s trying to lull me into a false sense of hope.
I ind the nearest chemist and buy them out of eveything they have going .Pills,wrist bands,crystalised ginger, Tibetan monk blessed rice granules,magnetic aura clensing enemas.GIVE ME THEM ALL
Next Stop: Most likely the porcelain alter ,but I’ll be positive and say Tassie!
Song of the Day:Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is -Jet
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