Lovely Thing

A couple of days ago, I sent my sister an email with the subject 'lovely things', all about the delights awaiting her in Melbourne.

One of them was the open air cinema at Curtin House and it was so lovely that I thought it was worth mentioning here.

The rooftop bar shows movies every night except Friday during the summer.  For $20 you get a stripy deckchair, a movie and an unparalleled view of the city.  (I especially liked the shadows the skyscrapers cast against the projection screen.)  The programme is eclectic, so there's bound to be at least one movie you want to see.

Drinks are available from the bar and there's also a burger and fries stall.  Order at the counter and they'll deliver your food to your seat when it's ready.

A perfect night out.

http://www.rooftopcinema.com.au

Jet Set Coffee

This is ridiculous.  Don’t they know that Lady Travellers need to save their pennies for their next trip?

image via www.marketlane.com.au

I saw this in Gourmet Traveller magazine: the confluence of two of my great loves, coffee and travel.  Market Lane Coffee, one of my favourite (if not the favourite) coffee places in Melbourne has produced a coffee making set for the discerning traveller.  

It includes an aeropress coffee plunger, aeropress papers, a hand grinder and a pocket set of digital scales.

It costs $150 and so I am resisting the temptation even to go into their shop and look at it.  Aargh. [The sound of resistance.]

The Remittance Men

In the 19^th century and even into the 20^th (pre- air travel) some families employed a technique for ridding themselves of black sheep (the metaphorical kind, not the woolly ones that go ‘baa’.)

Step 1: buy black sheep passage for New World (USA, Canada, Australia.)

Step 2: put black sheep on boat

Step 3: send money regularly on condition that black sheep never returns home.

These exiled ne’er-do-wells were known as remittance men, from the remittance cheques they received.

Recently I’ve been wondering if this system isn’t still alive and well.  This might explain the success Ronan Keating and Brian McFadden are currently enjoying on prime time Australian tv.

Is funding the deportation of Irish former boyband members the real source of Ireland’s economic difficulties?

Weekend Digest

Busy, lovely Melbourne weekend.

I reacquainted myself with Armadale, last seen in 2001 (and remembered as the home of the shop selling the ugliest dresses in the world.)

Bought some shoes.

Drank coffee (x multiple instances.)

Watched the rain.

Ate a friand (an Antipodean variation of a financier, but also containing jam and sometimes coconut.  Yum.)

Went to the outdoor, rooftop cinema at Curtin House.

Tried out a new brekkie place for brunch on Sunday with friends (you could go to a different breakfast place in Melbourne every weekend of the year and still have plenty left over.)

Rekindled my love affair with East Melbourne library.

Rekindled my love affair with gin fizzes (my nominee for the perfect Summer drink).

Airport Reviews: LHR Terminal 1

Overview

I have spent much, oh much time over the years in London Heathrow Terminal 1.  It’s where all the flights to and from Ireland are based, plus several of the Star Alliance carriers are there too.  It used to be that the Irish flights and domestic flights went from a ghetto with one café and a tiny newsagents – to add insult to injury, you had to walk as far as Wales to get there.  Now, they’ve upgraded the departures lounge and integrated it so that, no matter where you’re going (Cape Town, Belfast) you can – wait for it – shop!  Have edible food!  Buy a book!

The business end

Security can be slow (as throughout Heathrow because of the volume of passengers), so give yourself plenty of time.  If you’re travelling within Britain or to Ireland there’s an extra security measure whereby you get your picture taken before security and then have to pass through an additional checkpoint before getting to your gate.   Leave time.

The fun (?) part

For shopping there are some of the $$$ luxury brand shops that Heathrow delights in, but also a decent sprinkling of high street shops (and all tax free!) including French Connection and LK Bennett.  There is a WH Smith bookshop as well as several newsagents.  For pressies, I recommend checking out Chocolate Box which stocks Artisan du Chocolat and buying some of their sea salt caramel chocolates, possibly the best chocolate creation ever to come out of the British Isles.

[There is also a Dixons electronics shop and, if you don't know already, many airside electronics shops have a service where you can ring up the shop, order your new laptop (or whatever) and arrange to collect it next time you're flying.  Given that VAT on a new computer can be over €100 this is worth taking into account.]

Foodwise (I get so excited about this because I remember when the only option was a very ordinaire chain pub serving bog standard wine and plastic toasties) I would recommend Giraffe as your best bet for a meal: the food comes pretty quickly and is good, although the service can be a wee bit erratic.  Coffeewise there are branches of Pret a Manger (also good for take away picnic food), Nero and Costa.

Extra tip

I don’t know how long they’ll be there, but once you get to the corralling area immediately before the Irish departure gates there are some fairly comfortable sofas.  These have proved very valuable to me when en route from Australia and jet-lagged to falling-over point.

And One More Thing...

I meant to add this cautionary tale to my post about a cure for jet lag.

My first night in Australia, I woke up at three in the morning, heard a baby crying.  Thought: must go and comfort my baby.  Fell asleep.

Woke up again.  Thought: I'm a terrible mother.  Fell asleep.

Woke up again.  Remembered: I don't have a baby.

Moral: jet lag messes with your mind.

Overheard: Collingwood, Melbourne

Not so much of an Overheard, actually an Overseen:

Friendly, moving, men.  What's not to like?

Overseen on Wellington St, Melbourne at 8.45 this morning on my way to work.