Australia What to Expect

when in Ballarat just go and see 'Sovereign Hill'! It's an authentic gold diggers camp with loads of interresting stuff to see and do!

Very much a family holiday destination. If you don't want to holiday with kids, avoid it and head to Noosa.

Visit the wonderful wild life and bird sanctuary. Worth the money. Lovely setting, lots of friendly wildlife and fun things for young and old kids!!

Think Parkville, think leafy streets, beautiful heritage houses, the University of Melbourne’s bustling campus, its residential colleges for students. Parkville is also home to major hospital, research and institutional facilities including the Royal Melbourne Hospital Royal Womens Hospital and Royal Children’s Hospital.

Bring the kids to Top Shots for a great relaxing day out. Our Attractions include Mini Golf, Bumper Boats, Extreme Trampoline and Indoor Climbing Wall.

Blackwood's cemetery with its graves which date back to goldrush times. The graves of the Chinese miners (they started arriving in the district in 1857) are, tellingly, located at the rear of the burial ground. A less obscure grave belongs to a Frenchwoman, Madame Bonford, who was contracted to cut the extensive water races which brought water to the gold prospectors. Another interesting gravestone is that of Bridget Cruise who built the Blackwood Hotel in 1868, after the death of her husband. The Blackwood Hotel (recently renovated) still stands in the centre of town, while the graves of Cruise and her family can be found to the left of the cemetery¹s entrance. Also at the cemetery is 'Little Doaty's Grave', the resting place of an unfortunate local female who, according to legend, was found mysteriously drowned after strolling into the bush one day. Some less romantic accounts suggest she died from diphtheria. One of the notable tombs in the cemetery is that of Matthew Rogers, a stonemason and goldminer, who constructed the Garden of St Erth at the former mining settlement of Simmons Reef. He named his handiwork after the region in Cornwall where he was born. There is a map available which can guide the visitor through the orchard and gardens which combine native flora with introduced species. At their centre lies the family cottage and the remnants of an old butchery.

As we all boarded the coach after breakfast this morning, the radio was predicting a tropical storm for the "top end", which is what the Australians imaginatively call the part of the Northern Territory we're heading into now. Our main stop of the day was scheduled to be a dip in the famous thermal springs at Mataranka, and this was to involve a walk through the forest, so the idea that we were heading into the middle of a storm didn't strike me as particularly auspicious - but up here, you usually just accept things like storms and floods as inevitable, shrug and hope for the best. We stopped for lunch at the Daly Waters pub, voted the best wayside Inn in the Northern Territory. It is also Australia's remotest pub, a fact which has clearly only served to add to the attraction of the place. People actually drive hundreds of kilometres out of their way just to visit Daly Waters, either because somebody has told them about it or they've read about it in a book somewhere - but whatever the reason for stopping by, few are disappointed by what they find. The pub isn't actually on the Stuart Highway, which means that the coach had to turn off and drive along a bumpy track to reach it, but this just adds to its remoteness and somehow I feel it would lose a lot of its charm if it suddenly found itself next to a main road. As well as being incredibly remote, Daly Waters is also able to lay claim to being Australia's oldest licensed public house, having been established in 1893. It has everything I would expect from an outback pub - there's a verandah attached to the front that looks as though it could fall off at any moment; a sorry looking dog baking in the mid-day sun, with just enough energy to lift an ear and raise an eye as I walk past; locals sitting around in huge floppy hats sipping beer and telling each other that nothing has happened today. But what makes Daly Waters unique and draws people here from all over the world are the things you wouldn't expect. Our coach captain had been teasing the women on board all morning that the staff at Daly Waters expect all female visitors to donate an item of underwear for them to hang over the bar - upon arrival I have to say that many of them were relieved to find that this activity was entirely voluntary, although there really is a fair collection of bras and panties tacked up over the bar which have been left behind over the years. The walls are covered from top to bottom with photos of visitors sitting around, posing, or taking part in regular events and live entertainment which the pub lays on. There were football scarves, badges, stickers, dirty (in both meanings of the word) posters, foreign flags, beer mats and other assorted stuff stuck to every surface. This, as you can imagine, gives the pub a real international feel. In fact, several beams are covered from floor to ceiling with coins and banknotes from around the world. I don't think there was a single bit of free space anywhere to stick anything new, so I assume there must also be a massive storeroom somewhere so that they can remove old stuff and replace it with new offerings on a regular basis. Outside the front of the pub is Australia's remotest traffic light, in perfectly working order, serving absolutely no purpose whatsoever other than to make people point and say "What the hell?" Out the back, there is a small collection of cages in which birds of various varieties are kept as pets and also serve as entertainment for visitors if there's any time left after spending a couple of hours reading everything on the walls - one of the parrots seems to have taken a particular taste to lager and refuses to drink anything else. And make sure you don't forget your swimming trunks, because this is the only pub I've ever seen with its own swimming pool! Staff at the pub, as is often the case in outback Australian watering holes like this, are made up of a combination of local characters and backpackers looking for work on the way through. Sometimes, you'll strike up a conversation with the girl behind the bar and discover that she was just travelling through on her way somewhere else and liked the place so much that she decided to stay and work for a few months - and to be honest, in a place like this with tourists heading through every day, you're never going to be lonely and you'll always be meeting new people. Getting to Daly Waters isn't a problem - most of the Australian tours come here either for a couple of hours or to stay in the adjoining motel, there's a small airfield the size of a postage stamp down the road which has the cheek to call itself an international airport and believe it or not there is even a Helipad out the back just in case you have your own helicopter in the garage.

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Redback spiders are found throughout Australia and they are very common in urban areas.
RedbackS like living around humans and they build their webs in dry sheltered spots among rocks, in logs, shrubs, junk-piles, sheds and even toilets.
Female Redbacks are black with an orange to red long stripe on the upper abdomen and they have a body about the size of a large pea (1cm long) with slender legs (nice!).
The males are only about 3-4mm long and the red stripe is less distinct. The body is light brown with white markings.
Redback bites occur frequently but only the female bite is dangerous. They can cause serious illness and early symptoms include pain, sweating, muscular weakness, nausea and vomiting.
An antivenom is available and no deaths have occurred since its introduction. Apply an ice pack to the bitten area to relieve pain but do not apply a pressure bandage because it only worsens the pain.

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The best city in the world.

use the public transport!!

The city of shopping, the famous cuckoo clock that plays Waltzing Matilda and Mt Dandenong which makes for a nice day trip. Don't drive unless you are very brave. The trams and traffic have an uneasy set of rules. The Melbourne Tennis Center is home to the Australian Open and of course this is the home of Aussie Rules. Lots of great Greek and Italian restaurants and a thriving metropolis of cultures.

Trams are the best way to get around Melbourne

If you're interested in film, make sure you get along to the australian film museum in Federation Square...there are great interactive pods where you can watch Australian short films for as long as you like, free of charge.

The best city in the world.

use the public transport!!

The city of shopping, the famous cuckoo clock that plays Waltzing Matilda and Mt Dandenong which makes for a nice day trip. Don't drive unless you are very brave. The trams and traffic have an uneasy set of rules. The Melbourne Tennis Center is home to the Australian Open and of course this is the home of Aussie Rules. Lots of great Greek and Italian restaurants and a thriving metropolis of cultures.

Trams are the best way to get around Melbourne

If you're interested in film, make sure you get along to the australian film museum in Federation Square...there are great interactive pods where you can watch Australian short films for as long as you like, free of charge.

my trip to dublin was extremely long, the flight took approx 23 hours, the airline crew and service was fantastic.

it is small city from where it is the best place to go to whitsundays islands :-)

wery luxury island with nice beaches :-)

dont go here its tiny and there aint shit to see

After lunch, we headed straight for the Mataranka Hot Springs. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived there was a sign outside reception saying that they couldn't let anybody go swimming because the tropical storm was due at any minute. Nevertheless, we were still able to walk along the narrow path to the springs to take a look - although this wound through dense forest which was flooded and covered in bog in places so the journey involved quite a few unplanned excursions through the trees and getting covered in mud. Being a tropical area, the trees were alive with literally thousands upon thousands of Fruit Bats, all hanging upside down from every tiny twig or branch. The sky was almost blotted out by their little furry bodies, although unbelievably they blend so well into the background that you might not even notice them until somebody points them out. Of course, there's always one idiot in every group and our resident show-off was obviously unable to resist the temptation to clap loudly - this, of course, sent all the bats shooting into the air at once accompanied by the deafening noise of ten thousand tiny wings beating and the screams of several fellow travellers. The thermal springs are hidden away in the depths of the forest, and the natural hot water is so clear that you can see the mud at the bottom. I really have no idea why we were allowed to walk through the forest but not permitted to actually get into the pools, given that we wouldn't have cared much about the oncoming storm while up to our necks in hot water. In fact, there were already a few people bathing, obviously having arrived before the ban, and no sign of anybody telling them to get out. It struck me as quite unfair, and if our coach driver hadn't reduced the time we were staying to virtually nothing because of his wish to get the hell out of there before the storm struck, we probably would've got in anyway and stuck our collective tongues out at the management. It all looked very inviting - the trees hang over the pools, giving the springs a real back to nature feel. I dipped my foot in the water and it was the temperature of a hot bath, so I'm already trying to work out how I can get back here in the future to see what I've missed. Mind you, apparently the springs are considered something of a romantic destination, newlyweds and lovers being unable to resist the urge to come here and make love, so do I really want to get in there? Back at the gift shop, I had just enough time to buy an ice lolly - which they call ice pops over here, since lollies are what they call sweets - before the heavens opened up and the expected tropical storm arrived in Mataranka. It absolutely chucked it down as though it hadn't rained in centuries, and we all tore back onto the coach with our coats pulled over our heads. Those of us eating ice lollies must have looked quite strange in the pouring rain, but remember that the rain is warm up here and it doesn't get any colder just because it's raining. Several minutes later we arrived back at the highway, by which time the sun had come out and it was as though nothing had happened. But would the driver turn the coach around and go back to the springs? Would he heck.

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