Pie!

Pie is a good thing, especially in small, bite-size, don't-make-you-feel-stuffed portions. Or in large, stuff-your-face portions. Yes, pie is a good thing.

Somewhere over the Rainbow

Rainbows followed us along the Great Ocean Road yesterday, with the pot of gold always being somewhere in the distance. No worries (as they say here). I have more than enough gold in my life right now.

Only in the Ladies' Room

This was in the ladies public restroom in a park in Torquay, a beach and surfing town at the start of Victoria's Great Ocean Road. There was not a corresponding one in the men's room according to my source. I'm still pondering what it means that it was in the ladies' and not the men's, but I'm not sure it's a good thing.

ANZAC Day Food for Thought

ANZAC (Australia New Zealand Army Corps) Day commemorates the ANZAC soldiers who fell, first at Gallipoli and then in later conflicts. The attendance estimate for the sunrise ANZAC service in Perth was 40,000, and I swear not one of them made a noise during the entire 30-minute service. The moment of silence was a real minute long and was especially poignant. They take the whole patriotism thing very seriously here, in a way I'm not sure Americans know how to.

Serenity

This is on the Bali Memorial in Perth, commemorating the Australians who died in a terrorist attack in Bali on October 12, 2002. The Bali Memorial is in Kings Park, where tomorrow we will attend the ANZAC Day sunrise ceremony. Serenity is something we should all find, sooner rather than later.

A Little Touchy?

Inside all these spikes is an echidna, one of the amazing creatures I met up close and personal today. The spikes are not really piercingly sharp, which is a good thing. They think this one is a male, but it is difficult to sex an echidna due to the fact that they dislike being unrolled. This is but one of the new things I learned today.

And When I Die and When I'm Gone ...

The Bussleton jetty has plaques honoring those whose ashes have been scattered there. I'm not sure why this one appealed to me. It may have been the sentiment of a life tied so tightly to the sea. Perhaps it was the relatively young age of the person it honors. As places to have one's ashes scattered go, the jetty seems a fine one.