Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Ballarat is a beautiful city, but it's cold. So, so cold...
But my (not so) inner history nerd loves it. Ballarat is most famous for the Eureka Stockade, a defining moment in Australia's history. My inner history nerd was quite excited to stand on Bakery Hill, and only a little bit saddened to discover that the plaque commemorating the site where all the miners burned their licences is on the side of a McDonalds. But still.
And Sovereign Hill is wonderful. I want to live there and eat boiled lollies and pies and make my own candles.
I'm not so keen on the actual gold mining aspect, of course. That seems highly unsanitary and possibly even dangerous. Here is Meg not becoming rich:
And I don't know much about those miners of old, but I'll give them this much. They sure knew how to treat possums:
That's a possum skin hanging in front of a kangaroo skin in the Gold Museum. Look out, Johnny Rotten. When I get home, it's on...
What is everyone else up to this week?