Showing posts with label St Kilda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St Kilda. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Day Thirteen - St Kilda, part two

When you get a sunny day you can see why St Kilda is so popular.  A short 15 minute tram ride through the beautiful districts around Albert Park and you're on the Esplanade.  It's fair to say that the beach at this point doesn't amount to much, in some parts grubby, and there are a fair number of quality community tramps and vagrants that add a bit of colour and a distraction from a few too many lively young posers.

There are a number of cafes, bars an galleries on the strip just back from the waterfront and of course the famous Luna Park and Palais Theatre.  It has to be said it has a slight English feel to it for me.  Maybe it's the slightly unkempt-ness?

Put a photo on here of me because Mum's concerned.



Pier at St Kilda

View of Melbourne

Thursday, 13 January 2011

Day Twelve - St Kilda RAIN

This is our penultimate day in Australia and we were keen to see a suburb of Melbourne so opted to take the #112 tram out to sunny St Kilda, Melbourne's beach scene centre.  As we headed to board the tram the heavens opened and by the time we arrived in St Kilda things were looking ominous.  You couldn't see the beach or waterfront and the esplanade resembled something out of an English seaside resort in February.

St Skegness

Having attempted to walk through the storm for ten minutes we copped out and returned to the tram stop completely drenched.  Tropical rain is still better than the domestic  variety, but it can have the same debilitating effect on mind and body.  But the best was yet to come...

Trundling through South Melbourne, we reached a junction below the casino and Southbank complex.  Off to the right, people were wading across the street and cars had been abandoned.  As we stopped at the lights, the tram driver appeared from his cab and ordered us off.  Abandon ship; the tram was going no further due to track flooding. 
Tram derailed

Excess water
There was a surprisingly resigned aspect to the crowd on board as we climbed out of the carriage and into floodwater.  Dad and I had to yomp a few hundred metres into the food hall of the casino complex.  Doug went for a tea and washed it down with an ice cream.  What a great morning.

Comfort food