The beach house
Teresa was there to supervise the Vegemite production this morning. She regretted she didn't give us the heads up about Vegemite/toast application- she even thought about calling us from work! Feeling guilty our maiden tasting didn't go so well, she made sure this time it was done right. L's technique of piling it on like peanut butter was a disgusting thought even to Vegemite lovers. The key is margarine first, then a thin, thin spread of Vegemite. It was better the second try. Still salty. Still yeasty. It's an acquired taste. I want to like it so badly! All those vitamin Bs. But I just don't.
The drive down to the beach house was green and freckled with reindeer, alpacas, and lambs. It is on the Mornington "peninchula", similar to our Cape Cod, where each town's year-round population explodes in the summer months. Thankfully, it is winter and calm. But cold and windy.
Travel time has been halved with the recent building of a toll road. In our travels we have noticed that people in other countries follow the rules: there is no jaywalking, pedestrians cross the street in the crosswalks and actually wait for the walk sign, even if no car is in sight! On the German Autobahn it is illegal to pass on the right, and no one does! I noticed there wasn't much speeding on Australian highways. Flavio explained why: There are cameras tucked under overpasses along the way. It takes a photo of every car that passes. It calculates your speed. Guaranteed booking in mail with 3 km/hr leniency, 100 limit. Cruise control is Flavio's friend.
Celsius to Fahrenheit conversion made easy:
then minus a coupla degrees to make up for the doubling, not 9/5.
While Flavio stayed back for a conference call, Teresa took us for a drive along the beach. With just my fingertips I touched the frigid Southern Ocean (just like my mother has to do, but with her toes). We admired the colorful beach huts. Teresa explained they go for about $200k and have no electricity, which ensures no one sleeps there. Then we tracked sand back in the car and went in search of a drink with a view. We didn't have to look far to get a glass of John Luke Pinot Grigio.
Portsea Pub for seaside lunch for four. We split a bottle of Darling Park sav blanc, I ate wagyu beef and Guinness pie with chips and salad. we drove to the tip of the peninsula. It is now a National park, recently opened to the public. It used to be a military base. The canal between the peninsulas is strategic, but with treacherous waters. We parked and walked through recently burnt forest, through eerie cemetery to beach.
We braved the hairpin-turn drive up to vantage point. The view was worth the white-knuckling drive up. We capped the night with Thai food, wine and a televised AFL game.