We set off down to Melbourne with Sheila violently ill after eating in Sydney’s finest restaurant and having to drive two days down a scenic coastal road packed full of Imodium. The wide open spaces and beading of small towns along the way were the same as I remembered from childhood Christmas holidays. It’s nice to know a new generation will have the opportunity to suffer the same character building process of a fortnight of 35 degrees in the shade boredom.After stopping overnight in Eden, Sheila started getting very excited about viewing the Melbourne Opera House and Melbourne Harbour Bridge after I’d told her so much about them.
Sometimes it’s hard to shatter those dreams.
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