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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.


Evening falls. Then gets up again. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2011.

Sunday Top Five and today's top five is brought to you by the city of Batmania Dutergalla Melbourne...

Five Things On The Agenda For Melbourne Over Easter! By the time this list appears, I expect that we shall be part way through this list already…


  1. Melbourne Zoo


  2. Melbourne Aquarium


  3. Melbourne Museum


  4. Royal Botanic Gardens


  5. Scienceworks



We also have an extensive list of all relevant eateries, shops, retailers and hot dog stands to keeps us busy. As you can see, we like to combine our fun with our learning. I usually like to finish these trips with a questions to answers ratio of 20:1, which strikes me as a healthy sense of our own knowledge.

Comments

Roddy said…
You missed Luna Park. Just for fun.
I wish I were there with you. There is so much to do. Unfortunately when you live there you just don't see it.
In the future you should also consider Ballarat and Bendigo. Not to forget Geelong.
I shouldn't say it but you should try all of the eateries that Melbourne has to offer. Unfortunately you aren't there for that long.
Kris McCracken said…
Too many rides that Ez can’t go on and Henry wouldn’t go on at Luna Park.
Roddy said…
Did you go there?
Kris McCracken said…
No, but the Internet tells all...

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