Melbourne Day Three

 There’s a charm to seeing a city by bicycle. Ash volunteered to take me out on a rip through the inner burbs, winding by the Yarra river and into the city proper. When he and his friend rocked up for the ride in Lycra and on drop bars, I became concerned for my morning. My spidey senses tingled as I felt myself descending from type one fun into type two fun. Best to keep it there and not hit type three. The paths are lovely here and you have a great view of the natural environment as you roll around.

Bikie (front) cyclist (back)

The ride kicked my ass on the way back. I can feel that I’ve been out of the saddle for too long and what should have been an easy rip was more of a struggle for me than it should have been. I’ll blame the dragging brake. Getting back to the house was a welcome gift and I immensely enjoyed the shower and rest that followed.

Once we had recovered. Ash and I wandered into the Melbourne CBD. Ages ago he was gifted his great grandfather’s camera, a Zorki C. Nobody in the family gave him a rundown on how to use it. Lucky him, there’s a relatively experienced nerd available. We went downtown to grab a roll. Best to start with one to make sure the unit isn’t temperamental. Then roll the shutter away. Since we had time, we made a pit stop at The Caretaker’s Cottage. That’s a legendary cocktail bar in the CBD. Good drinks and oddly friendly service. It was almost eerie how nice everyone was being.

Back to the house and we freshened up for an engagement party. Jacki’s niece is to be wed soon and we were all invited to her engagement party. A house packed full of people to the point that it was impossible to move. A sea of introductions (anyone who has listened to “Shake Hands With Your Uncle Max My Boy” will understand). A good time. The Aussies pour heavy for a party and this was a rip roaring event. I don’t think there are photos from when I jumped in the pool, thank God.