was having one of those milestone birthdays and wanted to treat herself/us to
a special “holiday” as they say in Australia.
A trek half way around the world would certainly qualify as a special
trip. I would reluctantly be
going along for the ride.
Transit time via Dallas, Los Angeles, to Sydney would
be 26 (!!!) hours. My attention
span is about 2 hours, so I was very apprehensive to say the least.
We would be flying “steerage” class since a business class ticket
costs $13,000 more. To placate
me, a couple of side trips to racetracks in OZ were planned.
Armed with a good book
(Racing in the Rain) and a satchel full of snacks, we headed out for two weeks
of adventure. I finished my book
by Los Angeles. The leg to Sydney
was 15 hours and I watched 3 movies, napped, and walked the isles of the jumbo
jet. I somehow survived, although
my ankles swelled up to grapefruit size.
Sydney greeted us with wind,
rain and cold. Our third day was
the coldest in 35 years. My
selection of wardrobe was based upon the anticipation of warm spring weather.
My shorts and short sleeves would never leave my suitcase.
Thank God, I bought along one pair of corduroy pants.
OZ is a continent the size
of the US and with a sparse population of about 20 million.
Sydney, at 4.3 million, is the biggest city.
We spent 4 or 5 days there. First
impressions were many:
Sydney we did lots of walking about. We
have an aversion to riding buses. I got a very sore foot the first day that
haunted me for the entire trip. I
even bought new shoes hoping it would help.
During our stay, Kathy shopped, I limped, we visited the zoo, we took
in a Broadway show, plus a concert of Duke Ellington at the Sidney opera house
on the very touristy harbor area.
Stay in Sydney over, we
picked up our rental car (Hyundai) and headed out.
A piece of advice here: Get
an Avis/Hertz car. The Europcar
company had draconian rules and fees. If
one did not take their $24 per day “insurance”, they would put a hold of
$2750 on your credit card for possible damages.
There was a customer at the counter complaining loudly about a $600
charge for a scratched wheel cover.
We went off in search of a
couple of racetracks taking the toll road.
Mistake. Strange situation
here. There are NO tollbooths on
the road. Either you have a
“pass” strip or you had to call within a couple of days to pay by credit
card. Paying included
“joining” with a $3.50 monthly fee for 4 months.
Each city had their own separate toll system.
We avoided the toll ways thereafter.
is closely packed around the coastal cities.
Drive to the tracks was fairly short.
We first visited Eastern Creek. It
looked likely a fairly old facility but had an extensive infrastructure of
garages, etc. There was a
motorcycle track day happening on the main circuit and a car solo event on the
skid pad. The solo event was
entertaining since they were flooding the surface with water.
Lots of out of control cars. Most
of the cars were of the IT type. There were almost no closed trailers in
either paddock. Not out of the
Sydney suburbs, we drove next to Wakefield Park. They were having a track day.
Most of the cars were modest. One
guy in a Nissan 350 would spin nearly twice a lap.
Towns along the way were
small and didn’t appear at all prosperous.
Houses were small and close together.
We looked for McMansions in the outlying areas, but didn’t find them.
Roofs were generally made of tin with a few of tiles.
There were no composite shingles.
One remarkable thing about these towns were the huge, modern sports
complexes each had. There always
had large crowds.
We headed off to visit
Canberra next. Canberra is the
capital of OZ and is a planned city of more recent vintage. It is in the middle of nowhere, and is by and large
featureless. The capital building
is in the center of a big circle and is built underground mostly.
All you can see is a big berm. We
stayed the night there and ate at a very good restaurant and the customer
watching was excellent. We were
greeted the next morning to a flat tire on our car.
An ex-American physics teacher helped change it.
The rental car company wanted $65 to come and change it.
I assured Kathy there was little risk to driving without a spare.
Somewhere along our way as a
bit of an experiment, we stayed at a very inexpensive F1 Motel, the bottom end
of the Thistle chain offering. Interesting.
Each room is obviously a prefabricated unit about the size of a
container cargo box. I told Kathy
that although it was very small, it was bigger than a several hundred thousand
dollar RV. Maybe.
With not much of interest in
Canberra, we headed off to the Melbourne area, several hundred miles south.
While I have driven on the “wrong” side of the road a couple of
times in England without major excitement (except perhaps for those endless
roundabouts), my Aussie car provided a new challenge.
Every time I went to signal a lane change, I depressed the stalk only
to find that I had activated the windshield washer. Apparently these are
reversed down under. I don’t
think they are that way in England. Anyway,
I must have done this a hundred times. Even
Kathy, who was making fun of me, did it also when she drove.
Once you get away from the city there is NOTHING.
I drove for hours without seeing a person or house. Just cows and sheep and a monotonous landscape of grey/brown
and few trees. Image what the
real outback must look like. We
didn’t go there. These people
really need their Bush Bars on their vehicles, as road kill (roos and wombats)
Away from the city, the bugs
are unbelievable. Kathy took bug
repellant but it wasn’t up to these dudes.
Hint, take industrial strength bug spray.
Our next stop was wine
country. Small mountains and
miles of endless twisty roads. Kathy
said she was glad I didn’t have a better car to drive faster as she almost
loosing her lunch. We visited a few wineries and sampled their stock.
Kathy thought the OZ wines were too sweet for her liking.
We made our way inward, to Winton Raceway about 2 hours North of Melbourne. Track was situated on a hillside so that one could view most
of the track. It looked like a
scaled up version of Brands Hatch. There
were nice, but somewhat old facilities.
They were having a 6-hour relay race.
Lots of cars on track. Most
were IT like cars or even vintage. Saw
lots of Alfa sport sedans of 70’s vintage.
There was one Lotus 23 and one Cobra replica.
I begged/bought track stickers at each of the tracks. The stickers will be added to my trailer.
I watched the race for a while and walked around the pits.
We then headed south around Melbourne to Phillip Island were a major
racetrack was located. It had
recently held a MotorGP race there and is scheduled to become the next
Australian F1 venue. Beautiful
place, but no grandstands, yet. There
was a Porsche Experience day going on. I
visited the small museum and the gift shop.
next day we drove down to “The Great Ocean Road”, an extended trek along
the coast with spectator views and overlooks.
I got my feet wet in the Southern Ocean.
Kathy took lots of photos. We
stayed at Port Campbell, a small resort town, at the end of the “Road”.
Kathy lost here Iphone there.
Next morning we drove towards Melbourne from the south. We happened upon Sandowne racetrack. It is a road course built around a major horse race track. Maserati trailer and cars were there for testing. Nice facilities, simple road course.
We continued into the city in rush hour traffic. We found our hotel and dropped off our luggage before driving to the airport to drop off the rental car. Our Ibis hotel was nicely located and convenient to the trams (streetcars) that we used to get around. We visited the old jail and explored places to eat. In my opinion, Melbourne is a nicer city than Sydney. Everything is compact and easy to get to. The weather was nicer and Kathy even wore shorts for a while one day. We went to a Broadway play (Wicked). On the second day, I went to Albert Part, the site of the Aussie F1 race. It’s a park with the road in daily use except for the F1 street race. I walked the circuit which goes around a large man made lake. The bugs were terrible. Kathy went shopping.
We were in Melbourne for the Melbourne Cup weekend. This is a HUGE deal. The Irish football team was in town for a big match. Thugs and rowdies were everywhere. The Cup (“the race the whole country stops for….”) would be on Tuesday, but there were preliminary races on Saturday: The Derby. Race goers dress to extreme. Gentlemen in black suits and hats. Ah, the ladies. It was a site to behold. Flimsy dresses, torturous shoes and big expensive hats.
We sat at the Starbucks in
the train station near our hotel as hundreds of race goers passed.
Kathy discretely tried to take photos.
We would see elements of this crowd later in the evening at dinner
time, most of them well lubricated from the day’s activities but continuing
to party. Cup/Derby weekend also
brought the motorcycle show to town. I
went. Some cool knockoff stuff
coming out of China.
Sunday brought the 28-hour transit time home. I was ready.