C had one more day off and it was the start of H’s “weekend” so we arranged to go on a train to Bendigo. I had wanted to go, on a previous trip to Melbourne, when I saw the train at a Southern Cross platform for Bendigo. Perhaps it was the postcards sent by my aunt years ago. She would send me details of her trips around the country including Ballarat (visited last time) and Bendigo.
It was a sunny day – yay! C and I got the train to Flinders Street and changed for the one stop to Southern Cross. Unfortunately, they changed platforms on us so it took longer to get to the connecting train and we were running late. Once at Southern Cross, we hurriedly topped up the Myki cards and ran for the platform where H was waiting. Phew! For decades I’ve had recurring dreams about missing trains and planes so it’s always a huge relief when I catch one on time.
It was about a two hour train journey, but I like train journeys and it was nice to see the outer suburbs and countryside. Castlemaine (or “Casselmaine” as it was pronounced) looked pretty.
On arrival, a useful sign directed us to the town centre and we followed others walking in the same direction. We wandered around until we found some grand old buildings.
Town hall
Post Office building
I love old architecture. Such a change from the bland modern rectangles of concrete and glass. We have little of it in NZ (and even less since the Christchurch earthquake).
By this time we were hungry so sought out a cafe. C consulted her trusty smartphone again and directed us to a cafe called “Old Green Bean”. (I can now see the benefits of a smartphone, particularly in unfamiliar surroundings. At home I have no use at all for one.) It was a quirky place with crocheted blankets on mismatched chairs. It was rather stuffy and noisy inside so we sat outside in the sunshine after ordering. It was more pleasant, although there was the noise of tyre-changing machinery at Beaurepaires opposite.
H is also into beer so she and I bought local brews (from Bendigo and Beechworth), while C had a cider.
I ordered a “Middle-eastern roti” (fusion food?).
It looked nice but lacked some spice or other flavouring. Something different anyway. Whatever H ordered (I can’t recall) looked huge and a woman at the neighbouring table commented on it. It was very pleasant in the sunshine. In fact we felt like we would get sunburnt.
We wandered some more after lunch (including through the original Myer, which felt like the old Collinson and Cunningham in PN in layout and vintage) and found our way to the Info/visitors’ centre housed in the old Post Office building (opened in 1887). We grabbed a couple of pamphlets about buildings, etc. Apparently there wasn’t a general museum, only a Chinese one (which charged for entry) and a Soldiers’ Memorial (which we weren’t in the mood for after all the ANZAC coverage). We started walking in the direction of the Golden Dragon museum anyway, past a conservatory full of dahlias and alongside a park. We crossed a bridge over a creek and suddenly saw hundreds of bats hanging from trees above and flying around.
What a racket! The locals must be used to it. Few others took any notice of them. As we weren’t prepared to pay for the Chinese museum and garden, we headed back (past a giant red and yellow lotus. It looked like a McDonald’s playground.). Toilet stop, then a wander up View Street past some more lovely old buildings. Bendigo has trams too.
If the tram doesn’t go, get a tractor. to pull it.
We laughed.
Typical Aussie hotel, complete with gum tree.
Want to catch a bus? Let’s go to Bendigo.
On the way to the old gaol (now a theatre), we came across my beloved crows. (I don’t know why, but I love rooks, crows, ravens, and magpies.)
Old Bendigo gaol, now Ulumbarra theatre)
We did the circuit and ended up back near the Chinese museum.
Coming from the other direction, with the sun behind me, I could get a better photo of the bats.
Just across the road was a charming old bookshop,
so we had a look in there. Large number of books, with a mezzanine floor above and well laid out. H was interested in travel books, that weren’t too old. She found a book of German sayings and bought that. (She asked me to take her German lesson exercise books over for her, as she wants to re-learn in preparation for her trip to Europe.) I didn’t buy anything. I’m trying to get rid of excess books, not accumulate more.
Normally C and I would, by now, get a coffee or something at a cafe, but H wanted to go into the Shamrock Hotel for another beer. I never say no to a local brew. I had a “Fat Yak”. Not sure what H had. C had another cider, I think. We found a table by the window, which was perfect for people-watching.
We wandered up to look at the fountain on the corner of a busy road, before heading back to the station.
On the way we spotted a Kathmandu sale and went in. H found a warm jacket in her size for a good price and bought it. There were also some nice shoes at a good price, but I was not in the mood for shopping and didn’t have warm socks with me to try any. We also went into a Chemist Discount store, where I bought some cheap Oral-B toothbrushes (for a fraction of the price in NZ) and a couple of moisturisers. The Sukin brand was about half the price in NZ. We really are ripped off.
Unfortunately, we miscalculated the timing and only just missed a train back to Melbourne. Across the road was a shopping mall so we went into the supermarket and wandered round. We then looked in the bag shop. C wanted a new suitcase and H wanted a backpack which would also accommodate her laptop. Finding nothing suitable, we returned to the station and waited 20 minutes or so.
It was getting dark on the way so I didn’t see much countryside heading back. I did spot a kangaroo near Kangaroo Flats, though.
On arrival at Melbourne we caught a tram to Richmond and made our way to Burmese House, a restaurant serving (obviously) Burmese food. W was meeting us there. Very nice food and lovely owners – a gentle middle-aged man and his wife.
W had brought the car but we dropped H off at the nearest train station to catch a train back to Fairfield. I wondered why we didn’t just drop her home but it would’ve taken an extra half hour and I’m guessing W was tired. You forget how long the distances are in Australia, when used to small distances in NZ.
Anyway, a longwinded entry to say “Fabulous day!”.
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