Hiya;

An area of Melbourne called Waterfront City (Docklands) puts on Friday night fireworks, evening yum cha and 80s disco themed ice skating, so where do you reckon we parked ourselves? Bodhi was far from natural but loved every minute of it.

I've found my new favourite breakfast haunt. Dukes on Chapel is almost everything I've ever wanted in a brunchery - moorish food, view into the cooking area (to learn the dark art of a perfect poached egg) and the clincher - great tea (a rarity in a coffee crazed culture). The only thing lacking is atmosphere.

Saturday night we took Bodhi to The Circus Oz big top. Given his testing behaviour over the past fortnight, there was some hypothesising about the possibility of him running away with them. I did enquire, but he didn't meet height restrictions. Maybe next year.

On Sunday, greeted with such beautiful sunshine, we did a very un-Melbourne thing. We picnic'd in "The Tan" (Botanical gardens). It wasn't so much the picnic that ruffled feathers though, moreso the fact that we were wearing pastels instead of the near ubiquitous outfit of all black. Which does beg the question: are Melbournians closet Kiwis?

That afternoon with the sun still shining, we decided the best way to go home was via the pub. Shalome recommended the Bluestone belgian cafe on St Kilda rd which is basically our local. The selection of beers on tap are brilliant and the honkey tonk band were even better. I spent the rest of the arvo with one eye on the band and, with Wayne Carey sitting just nearby, the other eye on the missus.

Another great weekend in the land of the long white tram.

see ya,
Minas.