Friday, July 06, 2007

Travelling North Day 2

I am tired, so this is a short one and nothing much happened on our first day at Mildura. We arrived mid afternoon and checked in to our very comfortable two bedroom cabin. It could sleep seven if the couch was opened up into a bed. It had full cooking facilities and a dining table and adequate heating and cooling. I can highly recommend it at $90 per night. I think it was called Four Ways and it is on the corner of turn off road to Melbourne from the main street of Mildura.

On the opposite corner was a shopping centre, so we got in our supplies.

We et at The Working Men's Club. The meals were ok, except R's arrived much much later that mine and he was not impressed. He managed to cancel out the cost of the meal with a small pokey win.

Upon returning after dinner, I noted there was a cold wind blowing.

Here is our cabin. Ask for number eight as it has a large storage hot water system, rather than an instant one like all the rest.

Clubland

Clubland was the best Australian movie I have seen for a long time. It had everything; comedy aplenty, pathos, people on the edge and couple of cute guys. While it had a high powered happy ending, one suspects that the real problem would remain insoluble till death.

Some may question the appropriateness importing an English actor, Brenda Blethyn but by golly, I doubt an Aussie actor could have matched her performance.

Some might call it a chick flick, but I think it is a movie for everyone. I am surprised at the limited release. I guess Palace Films know what they are doing.

Speaking of famous people, we were going to walk to gorgeous Como cinema, (why is it charging only $11 for admission and $4 for a decent glass of plonk?) but instead with brollies open, we walked to the tram. I nudged R and nodded in the direction of fellow passenger. R could barely recognise her because it has been many years since he saw her on tele. I have seen her around though, so I recognised her straight away. Here is a hint.

'It wasn't me Mrs Davidson'. Lizzie is now dead. The person it was said to is alive and well and travels on the number 8 tram often.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

It is arranged

The statistics are via a dubious source, a commercial tv station current affairs program and they tell us that in Australia arranged marriages succeed 90% of the time. A non arranged marriage in Australia either succeeds or fails 40% of the time. I forget whether succeed or fail is correct but either way it is a significant difference. For arranged marriages, Indians were used as an example. It was a schmaltzy love grows in time angle. Heard it all before.

I have a lot of India born workmates and also many from South East Asia. I know what they get up to because they tell me and I would bet a nag to a stallion that their wives vaguely do too. But their wives choose to ignore it.

Why can't you Anglo Aussie chicks be like the Indian born women and ignore what their blokes get up to on the side? It would certainly drive up the successful Australian marriage percentage stats.

If Jeanette can ignore Pru, then for the good of the country, you too can overlook things surely?

Travelling North Day 1

After some frosty personal times in the Highrise, the in car atmosphere warmed as we headed north to near Echuca to stay a night with my step mother and her partner. It has been around nine months since we saw her, although we have briefly chatted on the phone and emailed. We had discussed whether to wash the car before we went and my advice that it was pointless was later proved. Last visit we stopped at Kilsyth I think for lunch. This time it was Heathcoat and it was a good bakery that made us a salad sandwich. We took a walk along the street to exercise our legs and check out the shops. Step mother cooked us a nice dinner and we had a good chat. We were forced to endure two hours of some commercial singing talent show, relieved only by seeing the rapidly porking up Anthony Callea, but I was happy to watch All Saints. There was a cold wind blowing between Rochester and Echuca.

Partner showed us his new dam he has just had dug. He has had to sell his yearlings as he did not get a irrigation water allocation. Partner is a great talker of the country style and he always had a variety of 'little mates' or 'good mates' to punctuate all his tales. He was hobbling around with a case of gout and had a optometrist appointment in the morning. He was also going to buy a can of cherries to cure his gout. No, not to rub on, but to consume. He said it will cure his gout in two days. (Just verified via net that cherries work for gout). Partner suggested a route to Mildura that would save twenty minutes by avoiding Echuca.

Next morning we headed off for Mildura via Swan Hill, Robinvale and where so many were recently killed in a bad train/truck accident, Kerang. I don't think we used 'that level crossing' but my thoughts were of the accident while going over the one we did cross.

I am afraid McDonalds is just so easy when travelling and we indulged at Swan Hill. We only drove down the main street but it was an attractive enough town. It has been described as very homophobic in the past, but no one attacked us, let down our tyres or rounded up their children and put them in their car. There was a cold wind blowing. Dame M's boarders friend with breast cancer comes from there. She is doing ok but has to start chemo next week. See 'the hair dresser in the cast list. Her mother still lives there and just managed to avoid the train disaster.

You may be able take the straight out of gay guy but you cannot take away the pig headedness out of any guy about cheap petrol. We were getting close to empty, although I was sure we could make it to Mildura, but I know how stressed some partners can get when the gauge gets near empty so I turned off the main road at Tooleybuc to find some. None was obvious.

We pressed on towards Boundary Bend. I did not expect to encounter dust storms and rain but we did. There was petrol at Boundary Bend but not so cheap. Never mind. It was a spooky place in the middle of a dust storm, quite dark although only the middle of the day and a couple of groups of men stood around yarning. I was getting the heebie jeebies and an on/off/on/off large overhead fluoro light was not helping. I was recalling a movie scene. Did the Motel light in Physco go on/off? The car was getting seriously dirty and still the cold wind blew.

We had our last decent cup of coffee for a week at Robinvale at a place that would be ok by Melbourne standards. It was a curious town. The were dark skinned people around the streets but I am not sure if they were black fellas or Malays. There was a Vietnamese grocer similar to one in our Victoria Street, Richmond. A lot of Vietnamese writing and little English, but apart from those working in the shop, we did not see any Vietnamese looking people. There was a cold wind blowing.

We arrived in Mildura mid afternoon.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

I is back

It is quite clear to me now that I spread myself to thinly in the blog world. I had a couple of hundred blog posts to get through. Some are very quick to go through. If I was away for any longer I would have to just skip them, but it would be sad to do so as there were some good posts in my absence. I am still far from finishing them and the minimal and picture posters were read first as they are easier.

But you guys and gals ganged up on me. People who rarely post posted, and those who don't post too often posted.

Blogging connection is a weird thing, but I like it and I missed it a bit while away. I had a nice holiday with R. Posts about holiday will follow, but gee it nice to back in Melbourne, the city I love and back in my home.