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MONA, Museum of Old & New Art – Hobart, Tasmania, Dec 2014

“Oooh, you must visit MONA – you’ll love it!”

‘Really? How do you know that?’ I thought to myself, fighting down a childish impulse to resolve not to go – or if I end up going (dragged, kicking and screaming – metaphorically, of course) to not like it, simply to prove them wrong.

Unsubstantiated claims get my back up.

But on this occasion, they turned out to be correct.

I started to think there might be something there worth seeing after reading this post from Jules, who was visiting with her family (also from Melbourne).

If, at the end of this, you think you might also want to visit, then my first tip is: if it’s peak season (i.e. school holidays) don’t queue up at Constitution Dock to catch the Mona Roma MR-1 (catamaran) 15min before it’s due to depart and hope to get onboard. You may be lucky, but you are more likely to be disappointed. Purchase your tickets in advance – at the ticket booth or online.

Lining up to buy Posh Pit tickets for the MONA ROMA MR-1 at the booth at Constitution Dock - Hobart, Tasmania

Lining up to buy tickets for the MONA ROMA MR-1 at the booth at Constitution Dock.

MONA Roma bus was available to take people who couldn't fit aboard the MR-1

MONA Roma bus was available to take people who couldn’t fit aboard the MR-1

Tip two: Buy tickets for the Posh Pit if you can!

No, they’re not cheap, but it was very nice. Also, Posh Pit ticket holders “enjoy a complimentary, half-hour private introduction to Moorilla with a tasting of [their] Pinot noir in our Barrel Room, 12.30pm Wednesday-Monday.” Unfortunately we were visiting on a Tuesday, otherwise we would have liked to have done this tasting. (If this is something that interests you, please confirm prior to booking that this offer is still available to avoid disappointment.) 

Serenaded with background music striking just the right tone and volume, a few glasses of bubbly and a shared plate of truly delicious morsels later, we arrived in just 30min at David Walsh’s dungeon known as the Museum of Old and New Art (or ‘MONA’ to everyone) to explore the diverse collection, and attempt to use the artwork as life-sized images from a 3D View-Master to peer into David’s mind.

Disembarking from the MR-1, passengers are confronted with the 99 steps leading up to the mirrored entrance. I would have liked to have taken a little more time to appreciate the atheistic of this section (and that was before I read about the amount of consideration that went into their design!), but it started to rain again so we hurried along with everyone else.

We already knew that the museum starts at the bottom, but the main entrance (and lockers for backpacks and umbrellas) are on the top (‘ground’) level with a shop and cafe that enjoys very good views across Berriedale Bay to Mt Wellington to the south, and along the Derwent River to the east.

Having presented our MONA tickets (purchased with our return ferry rides on the MR-1), we descended the spiral staircase in the middle of the building.

Descending into the depths of MONA around the glass elevator shaft

Descending into the depths of MONA around the glass elevator shaft

You probably know by now; I love rocks.

I’ve mentioned it before, usually as justification to post photos of forests full of huge granite boulders.

Well, have I also mentioned that it’s not just outdoor rock, but indoor stone that I love?

They didn’t intend the building to be an attraction, but Stephen and I agree it’s probably the ‘installation’ most worth viewing. Built on a tight budget, the architectural style is ‘industrial’. Some people may be turned off by the concrete floors and pillars, the exposed concrete waffle slab ceilings; but I liked seeing the bones of the building. And I’m not turned off by brutalist styles, which might help. If not thought through properly this style might look unfinished and poorly constructed… but here, they’ve made it work.

And there’s no way – no way – they could ever have allowed that huge and stunningly gorgeous Jurassic sandstone to be disguised. Perfectly illuminated, it brings warmth, life and colour to what might otherwise be perceived as a stark and artificial subterranean environment.

Having queued and received our iPods and instructions on using the The O app, which provides various explanations of the artworks, we gave the Void Bar a miss (having indulged on the ferry, more alcohol was hardly required at this point) and entered the first exhibition on the lowest level, ‘River of Fundament‘.

My very first impression was ‘how much time are we going to spend looking at The O instead of at the artwork? Fortunately, you can save and email your tour to yourself (and share it with others), so you don’t have to spend your whole day reading all about the pieces and the artist – that can wait until later. The perfect utilisation of modern technology.

But it does mean you see a lot of this:

The O works thanks to lots of Real Time Location Services (RTLS) devices on the ceilings. Which also means your smartphone works, even though you’re three storeys down and under a lot of concrete. Nice work guys!

In contrast to the hidden, mood lighting outside this gallery, the exposed rows of fluorescent tubes lighting the cavernous spaces in the ‘River of Fundament’ exhibition created a warehouse basement feeling to the space as we wandered between groups of people loosely clustered around each art object. I found myself reflecting on the right of individual collectors to own ancient relics. Sure, these objects are (currently) on public display, but was it right to take them from tombs (not everything is from someone’s tomb) in the first place?

Not everything in the collection was originally from ancient Egypt; some of the art has been created to tie in to that theme, but it usually wasn’t until I read the description of the art on The O that I understood how. (Read more about them here.)

 

On the whole I was happy to emerge from the gallery, especially since were back at the sandstone wall again. This small space is just exquisite with water seeping at the top of the wall making such vivid contrasting colours on the rock.

As we made our way up the levels there were a few artworks that I found interesting (no, I’m not going to describe the whole place!):

Untitled (White Library)
To me this is room of blank paper is about knowledge, learning, ideas, history and the future.

Kryptos
Like something out of the Matrix, there are short sequences of binary code on blackened walls, lit only by wells of super-bright LED’s from the edges of the floor. There is a secret message to find, and a surprise, too.

Snake

I like colours, and in a building with no windows any colour is good. At first the 46m long mural may look like it’s all the one picture repeated over and over, just coloured differently, but you should take a closer look.

Inconspicuous and unobtrusive were the staff watching over every piece of artwork.  There was plenty to see even with a couple of spaces closed pending new exhibitions. We didn’t even see everything; my head needed a break after 2 hours of plumbing the depths of MONA.

Outside, across the tennis court (because – why not?) and up the steps is Moorilla winery. On the lawn on the opposite side of the winery, preparations for New Year celebrations were being made with a stage and outdoor food and drink serving facilities being set up.

In addition to The Source restaurant, there is the Wine Bar where visitors can pick up a light (or filling), quick meal. We enjoyed a shared vegetarian antipasto platter with a glass of one of the ‘house’ whites each. (I apologise for the poor description – I didn’t order lunch or the wine and I don’t remember which label – probably Muse – or grape variety it was – possibly riesling.) It was a lovely, relaxed lunch – but it was very busy in the Wine Bar; we were lucky to spot a couple of stools to commandeer along the wall near where the chef was deftly putting lunch orders together.

The weather had improved for the ride back on the ferry so I stood out on the front deck and admired the scenery. Unfortunately missing out on the sweet treats served to Posh Pits guests. When I popped in to see if they’d been handed out, all I found was an empty plate! At least Stephen enjoyed them.

Departing from Constitution Dock at 9:30am and arriving back at 2:15pm (catching the 1:45pm ferry from MONA), we had plenty of time to look at everything we wanted and enjoyed an unhurried lunch. Taking the first ferry for the day also meant we had time to do other things in town when we got back.

I am very pleased we made time to go and see MONA.

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Wilsons Promontory Lighthouse – 11-13 March 2014 (Part 2)

Rest day at the Lightstation

Thanks to stretching adequately after the walk last night, climbing down from the top bunk wasn’t painful this morning, although an extra rung at the bottom of the ladder would have been helpful…

Another bottom rung wouldn't have gone astray. It was a bit of a big step down in the morning.

Another bottom rung wouldn’t have gone astray. It was a bit of a long step down in the morning.

Sunrise was beautiful. I might have been the only one out taking full advantage of it – I’m not 100% sure as I didn’t turn around to check, but I didn’t hear anyone else up and about.

Yesterday we had arranged a lightstation tour for 10am today with Renata. Our tour started in the museum at the base of the lighthouse and heard how the lightstation used to also be a radar station during WWII. RAAF personnel were stationed on the point also; there are a number of photos from this time and physical remnants left on the point. The museum is open to the public.

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After that we were allowed into the lighthouse! The lighthouse is still owned, operated and maintained by the Australian Maritime Safety Authority (AMSA) and public access is available only to groups under the supervision of a Park Ranger. At a height of only 19m (I think that’s to the beacon – the balcony is a couple of metres below) it’s not a big climb. Because the lighthouse sits atop granite cliffs the elevation above sea level is 117m, giving the beacon’s range 18 nautical miles (33km). Given the number of rocks and islands in this part of Bass Strait, the channel is reasonably narrow, and thus the lighthouse remains a very important visual navigation aid to sea-going vessels. There are also a couple of off-shore lights and lighthouses to help ships navigate Bass Strait.

Four lighthouse keepers and their families lived here, although the only original buildings left from that time are the cottage that we stayed in (Cottage #2) and the lighthouse itself. There was no road to the lightstation, so if anyone had to leave (e.g. for serious medical care) it was a long, hard journey back to civilisation – probably all the way back to Foster or Fish Creek. The township at Tidal River wasn’t constructed until 1946, and even the earlier camp at Darby River wasn’t established until the early 1900’s (when The Prom was given National Park status).

Read more about the details and history of the lighthouse here.

Renata also offered (and we accepted) a look in the other accommodation cottages available, as no one was in them at the time. Here’s a marked-up photo to help set the scene:

Buildings at Wilsons Promontory Lightstation

Note: the drinking tap I’ve highlighted on the centre path is provided primarily for day visitors. Overnight guests have the same fresh, filtered water from the convenience of taps in the cottages.

Parks Victoria Rangers Cottage (cottage #3) where you check in – if you’re not met at the top of the path like we were, after dragging yourself up the hill!

Parks Victoria Rangers Cottage & site of Victorian State School No 227 for 6 months in 1880

Parks Victoria Rangers Cottage & site of Victorian State School No 2278 for 6 months in 1880

The newly renovated Couples Cottage (Cottage #4) is amazing! Such a view to the west! And there’s a window facing east in the bedroom. How can they make you leave after just two nights? The additional charge to stay here also includes a queen size bed and linen – that’ll make the pack a bit lighter! Definitely choosing this option next time.

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Cottage no 5 at the end of the row is another multi-share cottage. Colin was busy painting inside when we visited, so we didn’t go through every room. Less spacious than the old lighthouse keepers cottage that we were staying in, but comfortable and probably the coziest in winter.

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Finally, Cottage No 2 – the original Lighthouse Keepers Cottage – our home away from home for the two nights we were lucky to be there.

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And separately, the kitchen! Let there be no more surprises here – there is a refrigerator, microwave, microwavable containers in the cupboards, gas oven and stovetop, plenty of pots, pans, dishes, plates, utensils, chopping boards, glasses, mugs – and a spare food draw!

Soon the first day visitors had arrived. Without packs, not wearing what I’d call hiking gear, and carrying only disposable (thin plastic) drink bottles. We were somewhat surprised by their attire. It’s as though they weren’t miles from anywhere, but at a local park.

Renata said they average 30-40 day visitors per day (a significant flaw in an otherwise perfect location – the presence of other people). Sure, the lighthouse may only be an interesting side trip for most people walking between Waterloo Bay and Roaring Meg camp sites, but surely that only explains the lack of backpacks?

Day visitors to the lighthouse - people hike like this?

Day visitors to the lighthouse – people hike like this?

If one of these young blokes (or girls, but the majority were young blokes) dropped their plastic water bottle and it broke, he’d better hope he could reply on a friend to share water with him until the next stop. They mightn’t be walking 25km in one go like we were, but if it was a hot day like yesterday, being one bottle down (assuming they had more than one) was a serious blow all the same. The owners of Black Cockatoo Cottages told us they hadn’t had rain this year, and the park at the end of summer was definitely looking dry. We were carrying water purification tablets, but I doubt these kids were, or had anything similar, and it’s not safe to drink the water straight from the creeks.

Don’t get me started on their shoes!

When the lightstation was first built back in the 1850’s, equipment and supplies were brought in by boat every six months. A flying fox was set up from a site just below the hill known as the ‘eastern landing’ to the top of the point, because even just lugging yourself up the hill in those days must have been much more of a challenge – there wasn’t a nice concrete path back then! There was a western landing used at one time too, but the eastern side proved better (probably more sheltered from the prevailing winds). Offloading cargo from either side was tricky business at the best of times.

After lunch we decided to brave the steep path once again to see the eastern landing.

Walking down the hill is easier than walking up was yesterday (hmmm, no surprise there), but I was very glad that we weren’t wearing back packs today.

There’s no beach or convenient looking place for a swim – something that used to torment the early lighthouse keepers during hot summer days. I think Renata said seals are sometimes seen on the rocks. The deep, clear water and healthy kelp attached to the rocks looks like great seal habitat.

The oranged rocks are so reminiscent of the north and eastern coast of Tasmania – which is not very far away, so it’s hardly a surprise.

We discovered that walking up the hill isn’t half as bad when you’re refreshed and not carrying a heavy pack. Still very steep though.

The rest of the afternoon was passed lounging around drinking wine (trying to finish it so we didn’t have to carry it out), eating cheese (trying to finish it so we didn’t have to carry it out), then taking a stroll around the place to walk off the wine and cheese before dinner.

I saw a juvenile White-bellied Sea-eagle too, but without significantly more zoom than what currently I’ve got I can’t show you a decent photo, so you’re just going to have to take my word for it. I was pretty chuffed when I realised what I had seen.

Other hikers planning to stay had arrived and that night not only was our cottage full (sleeping 10 in 4 rooms) but people had arrived to stay at the couple’s cottage next to the rangers cottage. I bet they wished they had come for more than one night! (Neal and Elle reported that you can’t book accommodation at the lightstation for a Thursday night).

Sunset was in a gorgeous purple theme…

Unlike the previous night when it (actually!) rained, tonight was clear and had the bonus of a more-than-half-full waxing moon. After dinner we grabbed torches and cameras and went out.

The wombat and baby had already been spotted earlier (in the back garden) but heading to the top of the path we again disturbed the pair of swamp wallabies as we took photos of the moonlight on the eastern bay.

Stephen noticed he didn’t really need his torch to find wombats – he could hear them chewing as he was positioning his camera to photograph something else! They’re noisy enough when they’re only about a metre away. I guess you should carry a torch to make sure you don’t trip over one?!

Wombat munching away

Wombat munching away

I was watching two in the garden outside the rangers cottage when something startled one. There was a rustle, then in a split second they were both gone! It’s amazing how fast they can move! They must have both been not much further than a metre or two from a burrow entrance.

Previously:

Preparing for Wilsons Promontory Lightstation hike (hiking food, tips on what you will/won’t need to pack)
Wilsons Promontory Lighthouse Part 1 (walking to the lightstation from Tidal River via Oberon Bay Walking Track and Telegraph Track 

Next

Wilsons Promontory Lighthouse Part 3 (Return to Tidal River via South East Walking Track / Waterloo Bay)

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Adelaide Part 3, Dec-Jan, 2013/14

THURSDAY

Today was a day of ups and downs – and not just because we were taking the Mini for a spin through the Adelaide Hills again.

The plan was to do a loop out to Birdwood to see the National Motor Museum, then head north to Nurioopta and Maggie Beer’s Farm Shop, then back down the highway stopping at the RM Williams factory at Salisbury if time permitted.

It’s not a short drive to Birdwood (at almost an hour) but once you’re out of the suburbs it’s a pleasant drive in the country. Keep your eye out for wildlife. I spotted an emu and a kangaroo (but where there’s one, there’s undoubtably more). Birdwood is one of the larger villages that you’ll pass through, thanks to the presence of the National Motor Museum.

National Motor Museum (it's on the north side of the road).

National Motor Museum (it’s on the north side of the road).

National Motor Museum

The entrance to the National Motor Museum, behind the old mill on the main road.

More than a catalogue of cars made or assembled in Australia, the museum attempts to tell some of the stories of our motoring history. As a collection, Stephen thinks some cars could easily have been left out and not be missed, replaced with other cars that had a greater role in our motoring history. I’m not quite the motoring enthusiast he is, so didn’t really notice. Mind you, the museum is sponsored by Holden so there’s a bit of a bias there (which even I noticed), Ford is a little under-represented, and there is much more to tell about the story of Mitsubishi (of which there were a few cars) and Nissan (of which there were none).

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For someone like me, who doesn’t know much about the history of car making, who’s first guess at the model of the really old style cars is always “Model T Ford?” (although lately, from that era, my favourite has to be a Hispano Suiza which – before you even think of thinking the question – is not part the collection), it was still interesting. There were short plaques to read, not everything was about cars per se – one of the interesting displays was a history of Shell.

Possibly my favourite display though was a short video on how a combustion engine works and is assembled. There was no narration, just a bit of background music to accompany the images. Having a rough idea of the various parts of a car engine helped (all those hours helping dad fix the cars weren’t for naught, it seems).

A still of the very interesting video on how a combustion engine works and is constucted

A still of the very interesting video on how a combustion engine works and is constructed

Finished at the museum and hoping for a pie for lunch, we tried the bakery across the street. At the back of a bit of a queue we heard that there were no pies left! Spotting another bakery back on the same side of the street as the museum (pretty much right next-door) we dived in, fingers crossed – it must have worked. Not only did they have a huge range of fresh, hot pies, by golly they were damn good as well! Tasty, and good consistency, and beautiful pastry. Ditto for the spinach and ricotta roll which is what I ended up having, but I’d tasted Stephen’s pie – for research purposes.

Lovells Bakery - highly recommended

Lovells Bakery – highly recommended

Back in the car, it was onwards through Angaston (a regional centre by the look of it, quite a nice place, and the home of Angus Park dried fruits – we passed the factory) to Nurioopta and Maggie Beer’s Farm Shop.

Despite the notices on the webpage saying busses & coaches have to book ahead, and that no bookings would be taken over the New Year’s week, and only in the morning usually, when we rocked up at about 2pm it was at the same time as a bus and mini-bus groups were unloading. On top of an already full house, judging by the carpark, it was rather like being in the city when Myers open for their Boxing Day sales (or Chadstone on any usual shopping day).

So instead of enjoyable browsing of the shelves, a few fun photos, and maybe a walk around the pond, it was a quick couple of photos, trying not to stand on other people’s feet or trip over walking aides, grab a few things that looked good and get out of there with a sense of having escaped.

Maggie’s dried peach halves were absolutely delicious, though. Should’ve bought two packets. The cider was quite nice, too.

Leaving so quickly did mean, however, that we were back at Salisbury in time to stop at the RMW factory outlet shop. Again, it wasn’t quite what we’d hoped. Being right next to the factory where they make stuff, you’d think there’d be more Australian made clothes there. But, no. And, naturally, a lot of the clothes that caught my eye were sizes 10-12. They had a large range of boots (those, thankfully still Australian made) – but we weren’t after boots. RM Williams boots, at least, don’t wear out too quickly.

Oh well. A day of ups and downs.

FRIDAY

Surprise of surprises! Today I wore the jeans and rugby top I packed thinking I’d just be taking these clothes on holiday. Yet today turned out to be even cooler than yesterday. How pleasant!

South Australia’s State Library is… not quite what I expected. But when we wandered through a bit and went up some stairs and found the Treasures Wall, well… how beautiful and marvellous!

I love tactile things. Of course all the rock could be touched – the slate, bluestone, limestone – and the minerals like copper and zinc but obviously the silver and gold, even though just foil was encased. Touching things makes them real. The more senses that are involved in an experience, the more likely you are to remember it, right?

Through a short glass connection is the Mortlock Wing exhibition. The classical library, reminiscent of classical Sherlock Holmes and so quintessentially ‘libraryish’ that I almost expected to hear an ‘Ook’ from the restricted top level.

We couldn’t linger all day. ‘t 1pm we had an appointment across town. With Haigh’s…

Although we’d been warned that not all trams run the full length of the line to Glenelg, we made the mistake of not checking the timetable properly and just missed the tram we meant to get (they actually run on time in Adelaide – one line, no competing traffic, etc) and didn’t check the destination display of the next tram. So when the announcement was, “South Terrace. This service terminates here.” (or something to that effect) we were rather in a bit of a hurry to cut across the park and along a block to be at the chocolate factory in time for the tour!

Some years ago I was touring NZ with my mum and we did the Cadbury factory tour in Dunedin. It was large, informative (for people who don’t know how cocoa was made) and there was bugger all chocolate to be had, except at the end where you could buy it for the same price the local supermarket sold it when it was on special.

Haigh’s Chocolates is owned and run by the Haigh family. The factory is still where it first began, and the first shop still exists in the Beehive building at the corner of Rundle Mall and King Williams St, Adelaide. They’re not stingy about chocolate. Not just on the (free) factory tour, but even when you purchase something from their shop they give you a sample chocolate drop or two. And if you compare a Freddo Frog with a Haigh’s Frog, you’ll see what I mean immediately.

The factory is not large. The visitor area is about 20m long, and to walk a circuit around it if you were an employee looks like it would take no more than a minute or two. No photography is allowed of the factory, or I could show you. We saw people making cartons for chocolate boxes, hearts ready to be wrapped in foil for Valentines Day, and a lady putting the second layer of chocolate on truffles by hand.

The only downside was there was no time for questions. Usually there are three tour groups per day. On a white board we saw the tour times indicated for today and it looked like there was one about every half an hour! Stephen and I both had questions we would have liked to ask, but we’ll save them for next time I suppose.

We didn’t gorge ourselves on chocolate – the only chocolate we ate was what was handed out in the tour (I quite like the berry balls) – because dinner tonight, our last in Adelaide, was at Jolley’s Boathouse Restaurant.

As the name suggests it’s right on the river. We’d passed it on the way to the zoo, and Stephen had read some good reviews about it. Naturally it was booked out on New Years Eve, but we were lucky enough to get in tonight. Some people on Urban Spoon suggested the shared lamb for 2 people was good, so we opted for that. Here’s how it reads on the menu:

“Lamb Shoulder, Slow Braised for 12 hours with Turkish Flavours, Imam Bayildi, Spiced Pumpkin, Fetta and Walnut Salad.”

The lamb and imam bayildi (a zucchini thing with sultanas in a Turkish style) were good but the accompanying pumpkin, feta (very soft) and walnut salad, spiced with paprika maybe(?) an garnished with rocket – was just perfect!

We were recommended a red blend from the Barossa that complimented the lamb very well.

For dessert Stephen had the Peanut and Caramel Semifreddo with Chocolate Caramel Mousse and found it very rich and somewhat overwhelming after the large dinner. I chose the Crème Fraiche Parfait, Citrus Prunes and Spiced Apricots which was much lighter (though probably just as indulgent) and delicious.

In all, we were very happy with the experience.

To top off the day I finally got to photograph their parliament house on the way home. A beautiful building of marble on granite.

SATURDAY

Somewhat disappointed that I had not found a giftshop equal to my (seemingly) very high expectations, we had one last shot at finding something in the mall. Stephen had found reference to a place called the Jam Factory. Once we’d found the place I’d realised we’d been by it before. I’d thought it was just an upmarket glass homewares shop. As we stood outside the locked doors, with the pressure to be on the road nagging at us, we decided we didn’t want to want until the 10am opening time on the chance that there might be something that I couldn’t see through the glass front that I might decide I needed to buy.

There is a second shop on Morphett St (though still not open until 10am) that might have had different products.

I really had hoped to find a gift shop that had everything. The best of South Australia in one place. Not just food which is gone once consumed, not just fairy wrens painted on pottery, not just indigenous designs painted in bright colours on cases for your reading glasses, not just RM Williams boots which I can buy a couple of kilometres from home, not just glass vases and bits of jewellery and wooden plates and stuffed toys that could be from anywhere.

Where is the gallery or shop that has brought together the work of unique South Australian artists who, combined, do all the above? Who make things that speak of the place they were made? That are uniquely South Australian? All under the one roof, so to speak.

There is a gift shop in Kings Park, WA that has almost done it – the only exception is they source beautiful work from across Australia, not just West Australian artists. Branching out from one shop to one area is, of course, Salamanca Place in Hobart. You could possibly add The Rocks, Sydney to the list, too.

Anyway, we’d run out of time this holiday. But there were still a couple of surprises left in the bag for us…

Packed and leaving town, at the start of the highway, just as we were beginning the ascent into the Adelaide Hills, the traffic across all four lanes gradually came to a stop. We thought at first it was an accident, but as we were only a couple of cars from the front we soon saw that a koala was the reason for the arm waving going on. It wasn’t a particularly effect method of trying to convince the poor thing to divert course – not that there was any way that it could have climbed over the concrete barrier down the middle of the highway.

Someone came up from the side of the road with a small towel – I was hoping they weren’t going to be silly and try to pick the koala up! The last thing we wanted to see was a well-intentioned idiot being torn to shreds! But fortunately it was the last straw for the koala who ran back to the side. You don’t realise how long their limbs are, when they’re sitting up in a tree. Panicked, it tried to climb a steel pole first which obviously didn’t work, but didn’t waste more than one attempt at that before finding a nice solid, and above all wooden tree to scale; very easily with those claws sharpened and strengthened with terror. I hope it doesn’t try crossing the road again!

We were once again lucky that it was not a blazing hot day as it was earlier in the week, and so it was pretty smooth sailing for most of the way. The only other excitement was a few hours down the road. We hadn’t yet crossed the border into Victoria. Aside from the ever present magpies (I had no idea just how abundant they were in the country) I really hadn’t seen much in the way of wildlife; well, not since Tailem Bend again. Ok, definitely more mammals than what we’ve ever encountered in any other capital city, and lots of ducks and moorhens… maybe it was the lack of crimson rosellas that are a dime a dozen in Victoria that I was missing?

Out of the blue, skippy decided to cross the road in front of us – and there was a ute or truck coming in the other direction, too! Bloody ‘roos! Lucky Stephen was alert and the brakes on the Mini and pretty damn good. Having put new tires on the car just before Christmas probably wasn’t a bad thing, either. The kangaroo, could have been a Grey Kangaroo, took a few bounds, realised its peril, slid to a halt just over the mid line (I could’ help but think it was almost a perfect slide tackle if it wanted to be a real socceroo – but wrong time and place for that) and into the other lane, scrambling to get back upright and back to where it came from. Stephen swerved and gave it plenty of clearance on our side and neither of us remember what happened to the vehicle coming the other way, but the roo, I think, was ok. This time. Daft bugger.

Stephen said afterwards that he’d seen it bounding in the bush alongside the road so was not caught totally by surprise when it decided to jump out. Thank goodness for that!

At the end of every holiday, the question that we ask ourselves is ‘would we go back again?’… the answer is yes, but we’ll do our next trip a little differently.

There were a few things we didn’t get to see. Tours at the Adelaide Oval weren’t available when we enquired, and there’s the Bradman Museum there to see, too. The National Wine Centre of Australia would be lovely to visit also. Would we drive next time? Maybe; if we were staying for more than a couple of days, of course. Somewhere in the Adelaide Hills would be nice, and actually do some bushwalking, which was totally absent this trip!

Kangaroo Island is on our To Do list, but as a completely separate holiday destination in and of itself, not as an adjunct to Adelaide.

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Adelaide Part 2, Dec-Jan, 2013/14

TUESDAY

Our first destination today was 5 Percy Street, Prospect, SA. Recognise it? Yep, the home of R.M. Williams Pty Ltd.

One of my pairs of RM's

One of my pairs of RM’s

The home of RM Williams

The home of RM Williams

Not that anything is made at that site anymore – it’s just a shop and museum now, a short but pleasant drive north of the city.

The museum was interesting and I’m glad we visited. The shop… well, somewhat surprisingly there’s a better range of the Australian-made range of clothing in the city stores we’ve visited. All the clothes here that I could see were the “Bush Outfitter” lines made in China.

RMW Shop - Stephen trying on a Bob Katter hat. Akubra's are still Australian made!

Stephen trying on a ‘Bob Katter hat’. Akubra’s are thankfully still Australian made!

Leaving the nicely air-conditioned shop, we ventured forth again, crossing town to head into the Adelaide Hills and the tourist town of Harndorf. As the name suggests there is (or at least was) a significant German population hereabouts.

The Adelaide Hills

The Adelaide Hills

The open eucalyptus forests and stands of tall dark pines give way to an oasis of elms and plane trees as you drive down the main street of Harndorf. It’s as overtly touristy as North Tamborine in Qld, or Olinda in Victoria. And there’s no where to park!

Entering Harndorf

Entering Harndorf – shady bliss!

We eventually managed to find somewhere on a backstreet that didn’t have a yellow line (indicating no parking allowed) or a time limit, and went to find a cold drink and a light lunch. Udder Delights was just the place! And they serve The Hills Cider, too! Bonus!

There’s an interesting mix of shops, galleries (I would have liked more galleries) and many, many purveyors of food – mostly local I think – and a few quirky places for added interest.

After browsing the main street, and stopping for a refreshing lemon sorbet, it was off to Mt Lofty to see the city from above.

I can definitely recommend going via the Onkaparinga Valley Road to Balhanna, then turning west/left at the sign that says Mt Lofty Tourist Drive (which Google Maps calls both Adelaide-Balhannah Road and Greenhill Road). It’s a lovely drive through country much more as I’d imagined the Adelaide Hills to be. Steep rolling hills, vineyards and orchards everywhere. The only difference was that there’s a lot more eucalyptus forest than I’d imagined. The road is not wide and often there’s no shoulder, so 60kph feels more like 80kph, so do be careful around some of those bends.

Surprises awaiting us at the summit of Mt Lofty were an echidna and a koala in the carpark, and a public drink fountain/water bubbler in the main viewing area! The water from it wasn’t even hot! There doesn’t seem to be enough drinking fountains around this city that has a reputation for getting so hot, and on a day like today (a very dry 37oC), it was certainly most appreciated.

(Side note: be prepared to drink extra water here if you come from a more humid place, which covers all of our other capital cities. ‘Dry’ might mean the heat is more bearable, but you still need to replenish the fluids being lost at what feels like the same rate. Oh, and pack some moisturiser, too.)

To commemorate Matthew Flinders, who named the Mt Lofty Ranges, there is a lovely tall obelisk known as the Flinders Column (which also provides some welcome shade) standing at the viewing platform. There are signs at the edge of the viewing area to point out notable features in the landscape. At over 710m in height (reports of the exact height varies) the view is excellent, and you can really appreciate just how flat the plain below is. In fact, the only wrinkles in the earths surface is that of the Hummock Ranges, just over 100km north-west of Adelaide at the top of Gulf St Vincent. To the south we could just make out Kangaroo Island.

Of the two round buildings seen in photos of the summit (here for example), there’s a restaurant (closed when we were there, with the shutters down) and a souvenir shop that wasn’t too tacky. Mostly the same kind of stuff you’ll find in a lot of the nicer souvenir places around abouts. I’m guessing the “locally handcrafted gifts” referred to by the various webpages and brochures about the location must be referring to some of the products with indigenous designs on them. Nothing else looked like something I couldn’t just as easily buy in Victoria.

It would have been nice to go for a walk along some of the many tracks in the area, but it was really quite hot, and we weren’t properly attired – nor did we have sufficient water with us to contemplate such things. Next time, I hope. It definitely looks worth doing.

WEDNESDAY

Fortunately it wasn’t supposed to be as hot today as the previous two days; it was predicted to be 34oC with intermittent showers. We decided to hitch a ride on the free city loop bus (the 99C) and see more of/around the city to start the day.

Waiting at the bus stop for the Free City Loop Bus

Waiting at the bus stop for the Free City Loop Bus

Alighting at the east end of North Terrace we walked to the South Australian Museum while trying to shoo away the peskily persistent flies. The buildings of the universities we passed are quite lovely, as is the museum itself.

In keeping with museum traditional (it would seem),  bones and/or dinosaurs – in this case a combination of the two – greet the visitors. Unlike at the zoo, this dinosaur didn’t move and make noises.

Entrance with requisite skeletons

Entrance with requisite skeletons

The first room on the ground floor that we entered contained what could possibly be a lifetimes work for a taxidermist – and possibly a couple of his/her apprentices, too. And ode to taxidermy, perhaps. Arranged by continent and region, it was an impressive display.

This is just a small sample – I didn’t photograph the elephant, or the lion whose tail twitched occasionally, for example.

In the old limestone building that is the east wing of the museum, we walked through to an Australian aboriginal exhibition. The lighting was quite dark in here – perhaps to discourage photography in respect of the traditions of the indigenous people? I did ask at the cloaking desk, and was advised that photography is allowed in the museum – on the proviso that you don’t use a flash.

On level 1 was a display of Pacific Island cultural artefacts. Most fearsome peoples! But very talented weavers.

Level 2 was my favourite, containing the best display of (South) Australian fauna I’ve ever seen. Instead of having crowded cases of animals grouped by Order, Family and Genus (i.e. by family trees), the displays showed a sample of fauna in a natural setting. Mammals, birds, reptiles and insects all in the one case together. Beside the animal is a number; using the interactive touchscreen panel in front of each case you can find out more about each animal in the case – and check you haven’t missed any!

It’s interesting for young and old because each display is a treasure hunt. You mightn’t be all that interested in reptiles, say, but if they’re in the case with the mammals then you’ll take more notice of them than you would otherwise.

In addition to the cases are unlabeled draws under some of the displays. Not labelling the draws was one of the best ideas someone had. Through curiosity we learn. I learnt that the first draw I opened held treasure more wonderful than gold!

A draw full of treasure! Birds eggs!

A draw full of treasure! Birds eggs!

None of the other draws were quite as good, but maybe I’m biased… here are a couple more. What do you think? There were plenty to investigate.

It’s not just about terrestrial animals; the displays showed everything from the arid interior to the coast and then underwater to the reefs then into the deep. They even have a specimen of the world’s second largest shark, a Basking Shark! Like the Whale Shark it’s a filter-feeder, but unlike the Whale Shark it’s not beautifully dappled, just simply grey and huge, covering almost the whole length of the back wall. It was getting a bit crowded for a good photograph, though, so I moved on.

The top floor, Level 3, was packed with the most exhibits; an Egyptian Mummy exhibit, an opalised fossil and dinosaur bones display (I love opals!), the traditional gem and mineral display, a travelling Mawson/Antarctica exhibition, a space suit, and rocks – or moulds or rocks from Wilpena Pound showing evidence of very ancient sea life in this part of the world.

Venturing back out into the fly-blown streets again (ok, it wasn’t that bad, but they are really pesky), we walked down to the Botanical gardens. We thought to cut through to the National Wine Centre of Australia and have a bite to eat there, but despite the brochure saying it was only closed Christmas Day and Good Friday we found that – this year at least – it was also closed on New Years Day. Oh well, so much for that. Next time perhaps.

Australian flora section (everything was very well labelled) - just next to the National Wine Centre

Australian flora section (everything was very well labelled) – just next to the National Wine Centre

Walking back into the centre of the gardens to find a cafe, we passed what will be a very nice wetlands area – when it gets some water in it – and came across the Bicentennial Conservatory which contains within it a mini ‘ tropical rainforest’.

I’m not entirely sure what everyone’s fascination is with trying to recreate tropical rainforests away from the tropics. Tropical rainforests are important because they’re biodiversity hotspots, but how many threatened or endangered plants are going to be saved in these hot houses? Are they really that representative of the real thing? Or are they just there to remind people that we have to conserve the real ones? Anyway, it’s always nice to walk through the cooling mist.

Back outside, we once more picked up the trail that leads the devoted follower to food. As you should know by now, I love a shaded path, and this one looked a beauty… but lunch was just ahead in another direction.

A beautifully shaded path

A beautifully shaded path

We didn’t know about the Museum of Economic Botany before we sat outside it to eat lunch. Intrigued by the title we decided to have a look inside – and we’re very glad we did.

Inside this marvellous building is an example of probably every plant you can possibly think of associated with agriculture and forestry. Some of the samples are real and preserved, some of them, like the fungi, are paper mache to better record shape and colour of the specimen.

Back out into the heat, it was a short stroll to the Amazon Waterlily Pavilion (which was also quite warm inside). It wasn’t the largest lily house I’ve been in, but it’s certainly quite a lovely one.

When I first learnt about London’s Crystal Palace built in the mid-1800’s I was amazed and thought it would be wonderful to see such a structure even in this day and age. The Palm House is barely a garden shed compared to that building of course, but compared to similar contemporary structures it’s reasonably large and quite grand. Being a glass house, it is notably warmer and more humid inside…and it wasn’t even a particularly hot day – for Adelaide! Actually, it felt like a pretty average summer day in Brisbane.

On our way our I stopped quickly to photograph these lovely Sacred Lotuses in the Nelumbo Pond (Nelumbo being the genus name of the Sacred Lotus) – not that I knew any of that at the time. Preparing a post for your blog can be quite educational (not to mention time consuming). The flowers are very pretty though, aren’t they?

The predicted showers had arrived and although it wasn’t much cooler immediately, by the time we’d caught the tram that night to Glenelg it had cooled noticeably. No chance at seeing the sun set over the water tonight.

Despite my fears that hardly anything would be open, Glenelg was in full swing so there were a number of places to choose for dinner. After a very nice plate of seafood we caught a tram back again. It’s only about a 30min ride. The trams are nice and new and there’s a security officer on every tram. There may only be the one line (so restaurant trams are out of the questions for now) but for what they’ve got I think they’re doing really well.

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