Goodbye!

It being the last morning in the hotel, I knew I really should have max’d out on the last breakfast but was still totally stuffed from the previous night’s blow out.
We took ourselves off down to St Kilda, the Porty of Melbourne. There to take the seaside air and promenade along the errr prom and stroll out the pier where we met one Gordon Morrison (you can accurately guess his ancestory from that) fishing away. A bit of lunch sitting out and then a visit to Luna Park, the third in a series of three famous fun fairs which happen to be closed (after Coney Island and Tivoli Gardens).
Back to uplift the bags, wait for our airport transfer, then just get a taxi anyway.
Packed into the monster plane, 22;30 hrs, a roar, a bump and we’re away. Just over 24 hours of travelling ahead...