Australia Day (Astrya Daay)
Well based on the way my head was feeling and he way
everybody else was looking (I was doing my best to stay away from mirrors) the
lady who politely suggested it might have been time to finish up was completely
bloody wrong! I think she was at least an hour to late in giving us the wind
up! Never the less it was Astraya Daay so we sparked up the Barbie and had
bacon and egg sangas to get things rolling, and the grease went some way to
doing the trick.
After the requisite amount of stuffing around we packed a
few beers and wines into a makeshift esky and walked the 1.5km into town
looking for a couple of shady trees to pull up under hoping there would be some
entertainment or the like going on. I think Victor Harbour City Council must
have spent its events budget on the Tour Down Under a couple of days earlier as
nothing was to be found. The effects of the night before were evident in the
fact that I was the only one who was able to consume a beverage with our lunch
of chip sangas (there not butties, especially on Astrya Daay).
The tram arrived and we took up our seats
fully exposed to what was a sun sitting high in the sky and burning down on us
with all of its effort. The 15 yr old tram driver said it would be a 20 minute
wait...... after about 30 minutes I started to understand why they had written NO
REFUNDS on their sign in the biggest and boldest print they could find! I think
it was about 35 minutes later we finally left, but I can’t be 100% sure as was
in a state of heat stroke induced delirium by that point. After the ten minute ride disembarked at the
other end and I made mental note that if I ever do get a skin cancer I will be
getting my solicitor to fire of a letter to the tram operators looking for
restitution!
I am pretty sure it was my delirium that then made me suggest
that I should ride Jack’s BMX bike back to the van park and come back and pick everyone up in the truck...sorry no pictures so you will have to imagine a 6’ tall, slightly overweight gent riding a 18” kids BMX bike. I am sure must amused at least a few people along the way, especially as I was riding along the last 1km of the Tour Down Under track!
Once the troops all regathered at the park a cricket match
was hastily convened as the one between the Aussies and the Poms that was on
the TV wasn’t worth watching! Nia clearly exhibited why Wales doesn’t have a
cricket team and Warnie showed his class standing up to some ferocious bowling
from “Damo” another young fella from Melbourne who is travelling around
Australia with his family.
 |
To keep the lambassador happy, De cooked an awesome dinner of
lamb shanks (that was far better than the previous night at the restaurant) matched with a nice Coonawarra red.
We had the TV set up outside
and settled in to watch the finish of a very dour game of cricket on the TV.
Hang on, surely they can’t defend that total, naa, another wicket, and
another....there was 3 overs left and while we were being pretty quite and it
was only 9ish the same lady who had politely asked us to shut up (at midnight) the night
before came back over..........I felt like I was back in front of Charlie Fisher, my
high school principal, again asking if we could please just watch the next three overs
then we promise, I promise, we will turn it off and go to bed....but she just wanted to
watch it with us! Nice.
The boys eventually got them all out and it was a great end
to a cricket season that started sitting beside Warnie at the 1st
day of the 1st test at the Gabba and finished on Astraya Daay
drinking rum with Warnie in Victor Harbor SA!
 |
| I had to include this photo of Nia in her resplendent camping attire! |
No comments:
Post a Comment