It was a warm day and I checked Tram Hunter for an appropriate tram. There is a good one, a 3A, a big one and with air con and not far behind a 16 that would also deliver us, but it will be crowded. As it was, we were early at the tram stop and caught the 16 which wasn't too crowded.
Many years ago we took Hippy Niece to Luna Park but I can't remember much about it. I can also remember being at Luna Park after a gay Pride March when it was turned into a party venue. It was the first and probably the only time in my life where I saw or will see women use men's urinals, and they did so with some panache and no embarrassment. Oh dear, old man memories but fortunately the lighting was dim.
Little Jo was kept away from tv and devices when she was young. In the long run it seemed to make no difference. She is addicted to tv and 'google', which only The Highrise has and google is not available on computers or phones at her home. I told Sister, for goodness sake, tell her about computers and google, before she looks like a total idiot in front of everyone at school. But I am only a dumb older brother who knows nothing of child raising.
We alighted from the tram a stop early and had a look at the Esplanade Market. No, it is not a real person.
Entry is free into Luna Park, making these historic turnstiles redundant but how good that they have been preserved.
The carousel. Isn't it great. The horses go up and down too.
Little Jo may have been a bit old for this ride. It cost us about $60 for three adult and three child tickets, so Little Jo was walking the park first before selecting her three rides.
It is just a cafe within and I think dodgem cars underneath. Dodgem cars no longer have poles that run around the electrified chicken wire overhead. What a shame. I used to enjoy seeing the sparks. Accidental inclusion of a man with interesting looks and a nice grin.
The lads coming down, and then going up and then down and then up but not in any obvious planned sequence or degree.
It wasn't a good idea to play the ball in the clown mouth first as we then had to carry a fluffy toy around with us.
Little Jo did not select this ride. It looked quite extreme to me. I was waiting while she and R were on the ferris wheel, and waiting and waiting. After the ferris wheel we had a snack and a drink. They day was quite warm.
The Scenic railway always elicits lots of screams. The girls can scream quite loudly too. The ride is very old and has a brake person riding between the two joined carriages. Good heavens. It's a dark skinned woman. How could she possibly have the strength to operate a brake lever? And what would a person born on the sub continent possibly know about the Scenic Railway?
This swinging boat looks fairly harmless. I will take Little Jo on this one. It was awful. As it reached each end of the swing, it was the feeling you get when a lift stops, magnified by 100. "Andrew, I am going to be sick. I want to get off". It was a mistake to eat before this ride. Fortunately she wasn't. No, I wasn't clutching Little Jo's arm in terror. I was trying to comfort her but feeling rather uncomfortable myself.
Littele Jo's third and much tamer choice was the carousel, to R's relief. The carousel is the largest and most elaborate in the Southern Hemisphere. It was made by the Philadelphia Toboggan Company in German Town, Philadelphia in 1913. The organ part was made in Limonair, Paris in 1909. It was made for the White City Amusement Park in Rushcutters Bay, Sydney in 1913 and in 1923 was bought by Melbourne's Luna Park. By the 1980s it was a wreck and had been painted many times. The original paintwork was found and recreated when it underwent a complete rebuild in the late 1990s and the organ part was restored in 2007. Money well spent, I am sure you will agree. My photos don't do it justice. It is a wonderous piece of art and machinery.
Ah, here is one of those decorated elephants that were seen around town a year or so ago. It looks a little the worse for wear.
We left the park and naturally needed an icecream to go with the already bought bag of fairy floss that Little Jo was going to try and hide from her mummy. It seemed like Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo would now be staying for dinner, so we bought a roast chicken at the supermarket and as we walked out, a cool breeze had arrived. Instead of using the arcard to exit, we used a mural covered alley. Little Jo told me I did not know where I was going. Twenty minutes later as we stepped off the tram and waited for the traffic lights, it actually felt quite cold. Such is Melbourne.