| Centre > Travel diaries > Australia 1999 > p7: Ballarat and Sovereign Hill Tuesday, September 21 I told Anne I would like to see the seashore, as it is hard for me to stay a long time without seeing the sea. We went down to the beach in Port Adelaide and the Fevre Peninsula. The jetty was the longest I'd ever seen. We shared a fish'n chips with a crowd of seagulls that grabbed our chips right out from between our lips. |
The jetty. |
Adelaide's shore. |
By the time I could wipe my hands and take the picture, two thirds of the expectant seagulls had gone. Try eating with such a crowd staring at you! |
The next day we stayed home, except to go out to dinner at the place where we had to deliver Wayne's message to his friends. I tasted kangaroo meat, and was surprised to find it tasted like our Lebanese kafta.
Thursday September 23 We hit the road towards Melbourne again, as my trip was nearing its end and we had a few things planned in Victoria and on the road. We stopped at a village called Hahndorf that is just outside Adelaide; it has lovely streets lined with shops that reminded me very much of Monterey in California. Later on in the day, we took another break for supper at one of those road diners where truckies take their meals. Coincidence: Anne and Katt ran into two truckies they had met on their way to pick me up from the airport. I met the place's pet, a gorgeous malamute named Caesar. The paw he presented to me was larger than my hand. |
Ballarat seen from a hill overlooking it. |
Our destination for that evening was Ballarat. Ballarat is a famous miner town, whose claim to fame is mainly the fact it yielded the world's largest gold nugget. What brought us there however was Sovereign Hill: A reconstruction of an Australian Gold Rush town, peopled by costumed volunteers playing various roles. We booked a room in the park's Barracks, and with the key to it we were also given the key to the park's back door. |
The barracks where we were lodged. |
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Friday September 24
We were ready long before opening time, so we drove around Ballarat to contain our impatience. I wanted a few shots of the lovely Australian houses I had been noticing everywhere, with their lacy woodwork (left). When we finally entered Sovereign Hill, it was like stepping into a time machine. The town was complete with coach, horses, the smell of horses, artisans, school, etc. |
Main street activity. |
Volunteers in authentic garb bring life to the town. |
In the school we were given a pen and ink to write the old way-- and then we were graded. |
The smith at his anvil. |
We entered a parlor where a gentleman was seated by the chimney. He instantly started to play his role: "Hold it there! This place is restricted, women are not allowed in here. Especially women of little virtue who have their hair down!" He winked and continued with an overview of the status of women in 19th century Australia. At 14, girls started wearing long skirts and covering their hair. Only husbands ever saw their wives' hair. And yet, he said, it was in 1835 that the first computer was constructed by Mr. Babbage, and this, thanks to the help of Miss Ida Lovelace, sister-in-law of Lord Byron. She was the one who solved the necessary algorithms. Nobody had ever done it before there wasn't even a name for them.
At some point he discovered I was from Lebanon, and I was astonished to hear he had lived there for 2 years himself, right above Noubar, the photo studio where I had my pictures developed during my school years. We stayed almost an hour in the parlor while he reminisced and enquired about Lebanon's present state. |
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