what really happened when we went tropical
jane reports:
The day you left Andy stayed in town but the rest of us had a nice drive to the Barossa Valley and got to do some wine tastings at a couple vineyards and had lunch, then returned back to the hotel to drop off the moms. The rest of us went back to town and scattered again somewhat, with the game plan for anyone interested to meet for dinner at The Ocre with your dad’s friends that live in town. This where we had a chance to eat some authentic Ausssie food – such as roo, emu, crocodile, wallaby, etc.
The next morning we headed on out to Melbourne on The Overland. This trip was a little bumpier than the last but basically the same. Andy, Vicki and I got the single rooms this time. We got a glass of regular Champagne instead of blue and had lunch and a lite dinner, which consisted of just a main entrée, so we later went to the mom’s room with glasses in hand to have our own dessert of some Port that we had gotten at one of the wineries the day before.
When we got to Melbourne it was raining and the train station was under major construction. So after getting drenched at the train station, we finally managed to get some taxis – thanks to John Jett and his standing on the street and whistling down some - and made it to the hotel.
The next day as your dad would put it we were on our own (since he doesn’t know much about the city). So in our normal manner we scattered to the winds and did our things, such as shopping, walking and museums. We all regrouped for a nice oriental dinner down the street.
The next morning was again the regular stint – gather in the lobby and get the taxis to return to the train station. We got all the luggage and moms together and then Vicki, your dad and I made our way thru the passages to get the train tickets for the last trip, which ended up about 45 minutes late arriving. Then off to Sydney
The day you left Andy stayed in town but the rest of us had a nice drive to the Barossa Valley and got to do some wine tastings at a couple vineyards and had lunch, then returned back to the hotel to drop off the moms. The rest of us went back to town and scattered again somewhat, with the game plan for anyone interested to meet for dinner at The Ocre with your dad’s friends that live in town. This where we had a chance to eat some authentic Ausssie food – such as roo, emu, crocodile, wallaby, etc.
The next morning we headed on out to Melbourne on The Overland. This trip was a little bumpier than the last but basically the same. Andy, Vicki and I got the single rooms this time. We got a glass of regular Champagne instead of blue and had lunch and a lite dinner, which consisted of just a main entrée, so we later went to the mom’s room with glasses in hand to have our own dessert of some Port that we had gotten at one of the wineries the day before.
When we got to Melbourne it was raining and the train station was under major construction. So after getting drenched at the train station, we finally managed to get some taxis – thanks to John Jett and his standing on the street and whistling down some - and made it to the hotel.
The next day as your dad would put it we were on our own (since he doesn’t know much about the city). So in our normal manner we scattered to the winds and did our things, such as shopping, walking and museums. We all regrouped for a nice oriental dinner down the street.
The next morning was again the regular stint – gather in the lobby and get the taxis to return to the train station. We got all the luggage and moms together and then Vicki, your dad and I made our way thru the passages to get the train tickets for the last trip, which ended up about 45 minutes late arriving. Then off to Sydney
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