A City Again

Having slept through most of the ferry, the storm does not appear to have been able to bring down either the ship or my stomach. But Melbourne did not exactly prepare a particularly warm welcome for us considering that it was raining. This made cleaning the motorhome all that much easier, and driving through central Melbourne all that more exciting. It was a fun moment when I recognised the train station from which we will be departing from in the evening. Yet alas, still no hook turns on my route.

But as soon as we were finished with the motorhome, got our luggage into a locker, and were ready to explore the city, the rain disappeared and the skies emptied themselves completely. A café, several fancy building, and a lot more walking later, and the end of our journey was closing fast.

The bus back to home was a lot more official than the bus to Melbourne. Suddenly we needed photo ID, and we had prearranged seating. It was also a lot of fun trying to work out our seat numbers as the left and right hand side of the bus had the numbers placed at slightly different parts of the bus. Several of us joined in on a discussion of whether row 6 on the left was supposed to be in line with row 6 on the right, or whether they were offset by one. Never really found out in the end …

Just before we actually started moving though, we realised that the cabin temperature was starting to rise pretty dramatically. One of us got a heat stroke before the bus pulled over (having only driven 100m) to check the Air Conditioning. A long detour later which lead us back to where we started, a few people pouring over the bus, and a forty minute delay later, we managed to get underway with a reasonable predicted death toll.

This marks the end of yet another exciting adventure. Not one of my most relaxed, but fun nevertheless.