The location is an area called Fingal, unknown to me. It could be described as being between Rye and Rye back beach or St Andrews Beach. We were ever so nervous but it turned out to be really good. We spent about four hours there, including eating a snack and coffee when we arrived and a late lunch before we left . Towel, dressing gown, locker and something I have forgotten set us back $40 each. So much for a free voucher. There were Asians, Indians, old and young, a surprising number of men, Euro tourists. The word dahling was not heard once. All quite normal people and we enjoyed it immensely. The hot water springs are on the side of a hill, and there are various pools of different temperatures, maybe 20 pools, including a cold water plunge pool. The temperature of each pool is posted. There is a highly demanded hydrotherapy pool overlooking a nice lake with what I guess are fake frog sounds but they could be real frogs. At the very peak of the hill is a pool with wonderful views, but it was too busy for us to get into. While not directed at us, there was some comment at one pool about water overflow and water displacement when people got into a pool. It was all very pleasant and if hot spring mineral bathing is your thing, this was good. Ok, yes, we did cause considerable water displacement when we entered a flow in flow out pool.
It was one perfect day weather wise. R said, I wish the weather had been like this when we were travelling. I was hoping to record a boat landing disaster but instead watched a man get his very large boat onto a trailer with a lot of difficulty. There are three ramps side by side.
Mount Eliza is not a suggestion but a place.
We stayed in a studio cabin booked in advance for a very cheap price, found at Wotif. I can highly recommend Kanasta Caravan park in Rye. But, we need to explain when booking as again the same thing happened, bedding for one double bed. Twin, you know, two separate beds and we need bedding for two beds. We worked something out and slept well enough.
Magpies are a bit of pest in the park. As I was loading the car to leave, I left the cabin door open and one hopped inside.
None of the birds took any notice of the deterrents.
Not bad sentiments. There were many permanent sites in the park, mostly old caravans without air con and a few dead tree branches on their roofs.
For us, two loud younger tradie guests next door were interesting. I know all about tradies. They have to work early the next day and so peak early and go to bed early. That came to pass. They were plumbers, visiting Rye on some kind of project. One, mid thirties, was thinking of taking on his twenty year companion as an apprentice. It did not quite get to the, 'I love you mayyyte', point, but pretty close with I admire and respect you, on both sides. I concluded straight blokes talk a lot of shit. I heard all this in the comfort of our cabin. We dined at the Rye Hotel, and lo and behold, so did the two plumber blokes from the cabin next door. They must have walked to the pub, we had driven. We left them there smoking and drinking and still talking rubbish. They arrived home not long after us, had a brief chat outside and who can imagine what they then got up to then, and as I knew it would be, and they went to bed at about 9:30. I heard their Mercedes diesel work van start up early the next morning as they left, but that is all. They had done their bonding the night before and there was nothing to say next morning.
When then Prime Minister Abbott abolished the carbon tax, praise the lord, I came across a form letter on FB sent out to small businesses from the PM. The owner of a Rye cafe had made some notations on the letter and put it on FB. I promised myself that next time we were in the area, this very sensible cafe owner deserved our patronage, and so we had brunch at Freaky Tiki in Rye and it was good. I hope this is readable.
Look at the tiny kiddies seating on the left. The staff were mostly or all male and would be quite at home in a Brunswick Street cafe. Very cool place.
R had beans with egg and chorizo. Out outdoor table was an old plywood surfboard. After brunch at Freaky Tiki, we set off for home with a stop off at Arthurs Seat which I wrote about here.