The Second Ferry Day.

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Much to Roger's distress, Summer departed while we were all snuggled up in our cabin overnight. Undaunted, we put on extra layers and fortified ourselves with pancakes before venturing out into the wind and rain.

Roger found friends.
 

I think I'll pass today.
 

Geelong's beautiful foreshore wasn't quite so appealing without sunshine so we gave up and spent two and a half hours ensconced in comfortable chairs at the Star Cinema, eating M&Ms and watching a tedious superhero movie where muscle bound men in very tight costumes strutted around bashing each other up and trying to achieve world dominion in the absence of a credible, nay coherent, plot line.  Emerging slightly stunned into midday Geelong, we wandered through the lane ways and lunched in a waterfront cafe run by a scary lady who told us in no uncertain terms to sit down and be quiet until she served our food. Rain began to fall and we jumped up to drag our chairs under cover, whereby she took us to task for risking life, limb, and OH&S.

We sat meekly and did as we were told.

Then we headed back to the ferry.  The waterfront was empty on a cold, windy Monday.
 

Back on the ferry the captain wandered down and informed the passengers (all 10 of us) that it would be a rough crossing and if this was likely to trouble us we should sit in the centre of the bottom level of the boat. Trouble was, that's the boring part of the boat where you can't see anything and nobody wants to sit there. The passengers eyed each other furtively and sidled off to claim pre emptive sick bags* which they took back to their seats on the outside of the upper deck, choosing to risk sea sickness for the sake of a view.

We popped in to Portarlington on the way back to Melbourne.
We went out onto the front deck, only to be summarily sent back inside on Captain's orders. Which made sense when a few big waves drenched the front of the boat later in the trip. Banned from the front deck, we went out on the back one instead.

We met a lady from Warrnambool who was enormously excited to have discovered the ferry and shared her excitement with everyone.  She very kindly took a photo of us.

The clouds parted and the sun shone on Melbourne City as we came up the river to Docklands.

 

All that was left of our very exciting day was a quick train trip back to BD's place and an even quicker tootle down Warrigal Road to our Air Bnb where we have 5 days of pet-free accommodation before we start our next house sit.  And much as we liked hanging out with the Sillies it's very nice not to have to walk, feed, or pick up anyone's poop for a couple of days.

Summer, sadly, is still AWOL.

*No sick bags were used in the making of this movie.

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