I get to sit in the nice cool air conditioning for a few minutes now. Matt's trying to iron his shirt in the laundromat, and Joel is off swimming in the heated pool they've got here. His good friend Carl has just flown in from Brisbane for the wedding, and will be bunking with us in our tiny cabin. We've finally sorted out the sleeping arangements, borrowing pillows and linens from people who have extra, and now there's another person sharing with us. Heh... No worries. She'll be right.

This morning we went and picked up some bacon and eggs and brought brekkie (breakfast) to the girls staying at Jess' apartment. It was then that I found out that I wont be going to the wedding with everyone else. It's no big deal. It'll give me a chance to walk around downtown and take some pictures. Tagging along is good when you dont want to get lost, but you don't always get to do what you want to do. Maybe I'll find an air conditioned Internet Cafe in town and upload. Either that, or I'll hook up with Mike Wagner who is coming down to drop off his sister and hang with some friends of his nearby. He's not going to the wedding either.

Watching Matt and Marnie wash the dishes after breakfast made me think about what's really different about our cultures. I think that somehow their simpler way of doing things, like washing dishes by hand, and inviting everyone to sit for tea, is more a reflection of their social nature. I mean, I don't think tea is really so much about drinking hot water poured through dried leaves with stuff from a cow squirted into it, so much as it is about people sitting and talking to each other. In the states, we put our dishes into the washing machine and then sit and watch TV. Here, they're always talking to each other about things while they wash the dishes and drink tea. I think it's wrong to call them "backward" or "simple." I wouldn't trade my modern technology and soft mattress for a country lifestyle, but I think we may have lost something in the trade.

We went to a park and lots of people from Jess' congregation came for a barbie. Every fifteen minutes a huge plane would fly low overhead towards the airport around the corner. I tried to get a photo, but missed each time. We met some nice peole originally from Canada. He told me about how nice the Great Ocean Road is to travel - how we'll probably have to stop every few kilometers to take pictures. He also told me that most of the coastline nearby is breeding grounds for great white sharks. About 300 meters off shore it drops off from a shallow beach to great depths. Many inexperienced divers have been eaten there. The caravan park has a nice beach. We'll probably go for a swim later.

Watchin' the Telly in our Tiny Cabin	Our Tiny Cabin	Bringing Home the Bacon	So Good!
Makin' Bacon at Jess'	Skull	Feeding the Ducks	Potato Chips
Baby Ducks	Canadian at the Barbie	Swarming	Jess
Odd Looking Flower

The girls are off doing a rehearsal thing, so the guys went downtown for steaks. They took us to a place called "The Hog's Breath Cafe" (sounds appetizing, eh?) which was actually quite good. The atmosphere reminded me alot of Bennigans or Hoolihan's but much more rough around the edges. They slow cook their steaks for over 18 hours, and claim that they are the most tender in the world. They weren't kidding either - it was pretty good. Adalaide has a working tram system (trolley cars, like San Fransisco) running through the streets. It was kind of neat, so I took a picture.

If you keep walking west along that road, it becomes a jetee, and takes you far offshore. Some people were fishing off the edge, pulling up cuttlefish. One squirted me as I tried taking a photo of it, wrigling around alive on the concrete surface.

A little farther up the coast, over a suspension footbridge, and the scene changes into a dockside bar area. It reminded me alot of the bars in all the harbors in Mallorca, where we'd pull up with the boat after a long sailing trip. Only these were a bit classier.

View from Balcony	View from Balcony	View from Balcony	View from Balcony
Steps to Hog's Breath	Lamb Spit	From the Jetee	Cuttlefish
Adalaide from Jetee	The Tram	Suspension Bridge Footpath	Dockside