We set out for the coast later than planned. Deb and I arrived at the car rental place in downtown Melbourne at 10 a.m., as requested, but the line for the second-floor office went all the way down the stairs to the street. Ned showed up with his backpack and rolled a cigarette and stood outside with me in the strong sun until Deb emerged over a half hour later with the keys to our blue Holden Cruze with New South Wales plates. Continue reading
“Where ya from?” asked the squinty-eyed man at a jewelry display deep in the Queen Victoria Market.
“The USA,” I said. “Minnesota,” I added, as I poked around his glass case of silver earrings.
“Aaah. Lots of visitors from the USA come to A-U-S,” he spelled out with a wink. “But you know who most of our visitors are?”
I shook my head.
“Germans! Place is crawlin’ with ’em.” Continue reading