The day before we reach Melbourne I realise the Australian Grand Prix is on this coming weekend. It would be a killer to miss something like this and its probably the only time I'll go to one so I decide to get a ticket. For $99 you get entrance to the Grand Prix and a concert from The Who...its a steal!
The only down side to the Grand Prix is that every hostel in town has increased their prices, its painful paying out for accommodation after spending the last few nights in tents for next to nothing.
While travelling around Aus you ask people about what places to go and visit. When talking about cities some say Perth a few Sydney but almost everyone else says Melbourne, what the is so good about it? Well it seems to be the home of sport in Aus, Arts and Events. There seems to be no end of stuff going on in the place. Fair enough it doesn't have the beach's that Sydney has or what's on the west coast but if you are looking to keep yourself entertained then its the place to be. As for the sport well there are no end of games taking place. When I arrive it is the start of the AFL and in the space of three days they have something like 5 games in the city centre stadiums.
I manage to catch a repeat of the grand final, Hawthorns V's Geelon on a Friday night. It seems to be a big night out for all involved (70,000 people attending) with plenty of banter from both sets of fans.
On the Saturday morning we manage to catch a Ferrari press conference in the centre of town. Its hard to believe the number of Brazilians here for the race and they go mad at the sight of Massa...I was lucky enough to get a pick.
Early Sunday morning I set off for the Grand Prix. I arrive at the park for about 11am and even then the place is filling up...the race doesn't start until 5pm. Between then and 5 there are a load of other races taking place, Super cars, V8's, Mini's, Super Mini's the list goes on. The noise from the cars is unbelievable but its nothing compared to the formula 1, you almost have to ware ear plugs...without them its painful. Watching the cars going around the track isn't all that easy either. They move so fast its hard to keep track, you just got to watch them coming from a distance...tuning your head as they pass you'll just miss them!
On my final couple of days in Melbourne I mange to catch up with a few Aussies that were living in the UK who have now moved back, Ness & Karl. When I met Ness for a few drinks she had just completed her 100Km walk/run for charity. How the hell she was fit to stand I don't know but been her usual self she was hopping around as mad as ever. As for Karl well let me tell you lads he's gone well soft since he left the GAA team in Cambridge, sitting on his backside soaking up all the sun Melbourne has to offer. He even had the cheek to say he doesn't miss Lynch's training sessions!
The only down side to the Grand Prix is that every hostel in town has increased their prices, its painful paying out for accommodation after spending the last few nights in tents for next to nothing.While travelling around Aus you ask people about what places to go and visit. When talking about cities some say Perth a few Sydney but almost everyone else says Melbourne, what the is so good about it? Well it seems to be the home of sport in Aus, Arts and Events. There seems to be no end of stuff going on in the place. Fair enough it doesn't have the beach's that Sydney has or what's on the west coast but if you are looking to keep yourself entertained then its the place to be. As for the sport well there are no end of games taking place. When I arrive it is the start of the AFL and in the space of three days they have something like 5 games in the city centre stadiums.
I manage to catch a repeat of the grand final, Hawthorns V's Geelon on a Friday night. It seems to be a big night out for all involved (70,000 people attending) with plenty of banter from both sets of fans.On the Saturday morning we manage to catch a Ferrari press conference in the centre of town. Its hard to believe the number of Brazilians here for the race and they go mad at the sight of Massa...I was lucky enough to get a pick.
Early Sunday morning I set off for the Grand Prix. I arrive at the park for about 11am and even then the place is filling up...the race doesn't start until 5pm. Between then and 5 there are a load of other races taking place, Super cars, V8's, Mini's, Super Mini's the list goes on. The noise from the cars is unbelievable but its nothing compared to the formula 1, you almost have to ware ear plugs...without them its painful. Watching the cars going around the track isn't all that easy either. They move so fast its hard to keep track, you just got to watch them coming from a distance...tuning your head as they pass you'll just miss them!On my final couple of days in Melbourne I mange to catch up with a few Aussies that were living in the UK who have now moved back, Ness & Karl. When I met Ness for a few drinks she had just completed her 100Km walk/run for charity. How the hell she was fit to stand I don't know but been her usual self she was hopping around as mad as ever. As for Karl well let me tell you lads he's gone well soft since he left the GAA team in Cambridge, sitting on his backside soaking up all the sun Melbourne has to offer. He even had the cheek to say he doesn't miss Lynch's training sessions!
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