ROADTRIP – DAY 5 END OF ROADTRIP
We attended the morning mass where Fr. Jude introduced us to the small congregation present. After that, which was 20mins later, he kindly drove us to the local train station where we caught the city-bound train.
In the City. Queen Victoria Market.
It was about 1/2hr ride so, by the time we reached there, it was already approaching 11am. We headed straight for the Queen Victoria Market by taking a tram there.
The Queen Victoria Market is a huge market, somewhat alike to Geylang Seri Wet Market but bigger, neater and definitely drier. We spent quite a bit of time there, browsing the products on sale, especially in the clothes and souvenirs section, but not much of the fresh produce and delicatessen sections. I spent alot of money today, getting souvenirs and nougats, and on top of it, the train ticket cost $9.70 for the whole day.
We had lunch seated in a back alley of the market, eating a slice of pizza each as we all had no idea what to eat. Sian… And I bet Juls would like it. -.-” We took a tram and stopped somewhere near David Jones, where we went to look at the yummy cakes and sweets in their food section. Did I mention that David Jones is like our Marks and Spencer? We then hopped onto another tram and went up the road as Mum wanted to visit what she thought was a church, as we saw the spires of a building, which we later found out to be the old Melbourne Goal, where Ned Kelly was hanged. Shivers…
St. Paul’s Anglican Cathedral. Opposite Flinders Street Station.
We took the train back to Hoppers but not without another adventrue. Someone saw the platform number for the Werribee line to be on platform 10. So we waited there for almost 1/2hr. Enough of the waiting for we suspected something was amiss as we where the only few people on the platform, we went back into the main building where we saw on the screen the correct platform number for the Weribee line. We then went down to a very crowded platform 5 and waited for another 10mins. The train ride back took longer than the city-bound trip. When we finally arrived at Hoppers Crossing Station, it was already 5mins to 6, and Fr. Jude had to do mass at 6. So how was he going to pick us up as planned? Well, he did not and we found our own way back by taking a very empty bus. As Godma said, “Our own personalised bus.” The driver of Service #436 was very nice to stop at a little junction that turned out onto Derrimut Rd. We got off there and had a short walk to the church. How lonely. And so thus, for this trip, we travelled in a car, a vehicular ferry, a train, a tram and an aeroplane. All we had left was a helicoptor ride.