Tourist Trap #4: The Melbourne Cup

Steve, Me, Andrew, Edel and Lorraine (awake) at Flemington
Tired, driven-out, penguined-out, viewed-out, even We Can Be Heroesed-out, we arrived at Flemington for the Emirates Melbourne Cup.

Trash abounding! And we ended up right in the centre of it!

Before we begin, I have to uphold a solemnly made promise to Sam; here is your tan line in all its glory:



The rest of the day went something like this:



We ended up at Bear Brass, looking over at the obscene queue at P.J. Obriens. It seems that fully half of Ireland emptied into Melbourne for the Cup. We moved on to The European, after being refused entry to an Irish pub (go figure) and at around 2:30am we looked at our watches to discover it was actually 10:30pm. Tourism had taken its toll.

Food, home, bed, wake, breakfast, shop, chill out on Brunswick Street (a truly Melbourne experience). The end.

Tags: Melbourne, Melbourne Cup, races