My repacking job took quite a bit of time this morning, I had coffee though and we were out the room door by 8. A super nice guy helped me with my suitcases on the elevator, to a degree of dragging one of them all the way to the desk. Right through security at the airport. I had been chugging my water and juice and sprite al morning, trying to get it finished up so I wouldn’t have to toss any of it, and come to realize, I didn’t have to. Domestic Australian flights you can take liquids through. Mom went straight to Krispy Kreme and had a nice argument with them about her coffee preparations, but you cant be going to a country that doesn’t even have regular coffee, and then be super picky about how they prepare it, its not even a starbucks, it’s a donut place.
We boarded the plane, over 20 minutes late, and the flight attendant was rather snippy to Tim getting on the plane, he was just following us, said he was with us, and shes like no, I need to see your flight number. Its like, isn’t that the job of the scanner, and not waiting until you get all the way to the plane? Once we got our bags, we realized that his bag had the zipper wide open and his multitool was missing. Because that’s a good $50, we decided that we would report it so they could at least look for it, and get it so we could deal with travel insurance for it.
It was 12:45, and we really wanted to make the Victoria Square Market, since it was the only day that we would be able to do it, and it closed at 2pm. It was exactly like Reading Terminal in Philly. Like, it was weird how much they were similar. It only had about three long rows, and then two super long rows of produce out the back. There was another building for the raw meats, but I didn’t actually end up going in that one. We split up to find our own lunch. I ended up with a Burek, which is a cross between an enchilada/puff pastry, and it was filled with spiniach and cheese, but it was a baby one. We went through the produce and got some items for dinner, so we would have a picnic dinner in the hotel. 
We decided to go straight to the Melbourne Gaol (jail) so we could get it done, since we didn’t know how it early it closed. We got our tickets and learned about the tour, it was more an immersive experience, like they treated you how it would be to be an inmate there at the jail. They emphasized that it was scary, I really didn’t feel like doing that type of thing (there were heavy warnings along with the tour), and Tim didn’t either, so we waited in line with Mom until she started the tour, and then went and continued the Main Building, which is a good thing, since we hadn’t even finished the bottom floor by the time she was back. It very much reminded me of the Eastern State Penn, only it would be only the size of one wing, and its totally restored. Most of the cells had personal stories about all the people that had been hung there, which seemed like a lot of innocent people in the long run. But the jail was still in use until the 50s, and their most famous inmate was Ned Kelly, so there was a lot of things about him.
Off to the hotel it was, which was quite the experience in itself with all the no turning lanes. We circled quite a few times trying to find a street we could just turn on. We pulled into valet parking, and I waited in the car, but apparently the hotel had that we were supposed to check in last night, making us a no show, so they had no room for us. But Mom had her sheet printed out proving that they were the wrong ones, so we ended up getting a room. I did the hotel gym thing, and prepared for an awesome dinner of olive bread, cheeses, and salami. 
We were mostly trying to plan out tomorrow with the Yarra Distirct and Phillips Island. Some laundry, and bed!
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