With only one full day in Melbourne we should have been up and away early, but a comfy bed always wins. It being Saturday, there was more life than Good Friday, but there was still a sleepy feel to the city. We wandered around some of the sights, but skipped on Melbourne Gaol (I’m sure it’s nothing on Port Arthur), and noticed that Captain Cook’s cottage that was shipped across from the UK probably wasn’t put back together in the same way. What was more impressive were the grand buildings that are abundant in the city, holding their own at the foot of skyscrapers, and way more interesting with their gothic feel and yellow and burgundy facades. It’s amazing what a huge goldrush can fund!
Our wanders around the city parks kept us amused until dark when we headed back to the Comedy Festival (third largest in the world) and chuckled at a few British comedians before sampling some of Melbournes ales and music.