A Grand Day Out
The “front beach” at Rye is really quite nice.
Despite the jetskis (or PWCs as they are called here – a fact I learned at St Kilda beach where there was a sign stating that there were to be “NO PWCs”: I wish they’d had these signs at the careers events at university…) and speedboats cruising up and down all day, there isn’t too much noise, due to the fact the water is waist deep at most, out to about a kilometer out. This also creates the added benefit that the water here is about the temperature of cold bath-water and so can be swum in relatively comfortably.
I mention this because last week, on our first foray into the Mornington peninsula, we went to the “back beach”, or ocean beach, which is on the Southern Ocean (next stop the Antarctic) and the water that side is rather more “bracing”. In fact, it could almost be described as bloody freezing.
Anyhow, we went there for a laze around and some sea air as it was a stifling 37 degrees in the South Eastern suburbs…
Later we had a barbeque at our new friend Jason’s beach house. 
Then we cruised over to the carnival (fun fair) at Rye. This was a good laugh. We got no photos though as the carnival was pretty full of pikeys and I thought I’d get robbed. With my record for getting cameras stolen, I thought this was prudent…
When we got back from the carnival we drank a lot of beers and played on Jasons PS2. I beat him at most of his games, which he was not impressed by: we are no longer welcome as a result. One highlight of the evening was Linda trying the force feedback steering wheel and pedals to play on V8 Supercars when a few sheets to the wind (having drunk, with Vicky, a couple of bottles of the local sparkling wine) – her lap time was a little slower than standard, but the replay was the funniest thing we’ve ever seen. Oh how we laughed…
On Saturday morning, after a great brekkie, on Jasons recommendation, we cruised up to Sorrento and did a bit of light shopping. Then we headed to the “back beach” as I po
inted the car down the first road to the right. Don’t know where we were, but the beach was fairly nice:
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According to Billy Connelly, the spot in the last picture is near where Harold Holt (PM of Australia in 1966) disappeared whilst swimming with a friend.
Conspiracy theories abound and explanations include drowning, a shark attack and the possibility that he met a Russian submarine!