Hmm, this is turning into a once a week thing. Going to have to improve on that.
This weekend was pretty busy. My sister was in town, and so we arranged to go to Eumundi Markets. I had been once before, many years ago at the end of the market day, and all I remembered was a pretty small collection of stalls selling the usual market stuff- handmade soap, random ceramics and a stall of stuff that probably is from China. Oh and we got there after the pub stopped serving lunch. Thanks Dad
The whole arriving after a place stops serving is fairly typical of trips with my father in Australia. For someone who grew up in the UK and has lived a large chunk of his life in Australia, my father still acts as though he lives in the service oriented land of the USA. Seriously, almost wherever you go in the US there will be somewhere open that serves food- even small towns have a diner or two tucked away. In Australia, meal times are practically set in stone- lunch between 12 & 2, dinner between 5:30 and 7:30 and woe betide the poor customer who tries to get a meal not at that time. I exaggerate slightly, but seriously the concept of serving between the hours of 2 and 6 pm, or after 10 pm is left entirely to the fast food industry and, the casino, and in the afternoons the coffee shops. In places like Melbourne and Sydney, where there has been a strong immigrant restaurant business, and so there are some fantastic restaurants who have grasped that people like to eat after 8, but sadly Queensland is struggling with the concept. Anyway, I have adapted but my father has not, and regularly turns up at “great”cafes and restaurants to discover that they have shut the kitchen. This was the case the last time I went to Eumundi- which was before I had learned to make my own food arrangements when traveling with Dad.
This time it was a very different story. After a lovely breakfast at a local deli, we headed north. Once we arrived at Eumundi we were somewhat surprised to see fields of cars- the markets are quite popular and Eumundi has coped with the parking problem by designating parking fields and charging $4 to park. The money is funneled to community organisations. The markets were pretty impressive- several rows of stalls, a few buildings housing even more stalls, a park, a couple of areas for performances and paved paths.
It was also notable for some unique offerings- yes there were the usual soap stalls (which I do like, but we have a bucket of soap at the moment), the usual fairy dresses stall, and the usual cute crap that you will hate later (scented koalas for the car anyone?). But there were also some art stalls selling interesting pieces – framed shells, some very nice metalwork and the like. There was a place selling framed illustrations from 20th century children’s classics- Winnie the pooh, Noddy and Rupert the Bear, which were very appealing and not too expensive. Sadly they came attached to an overly pushy saleswoman and none were bought.
I did succumb to the seller of lacquer plates, and the hand dyed embroidery threads were really nice. On the whole though, not too bad.
On the way home we stopped in Maroochydore to visit San Churro, a chocolateria. One word of caution- DO NOT order both a milkshake and food- you will be sick, or at least very sorry for the chocolate overdose.
It is kind of fun to be a tourist in my home area, and it was a nice day out. We then headed to my Mum’s in Wellington Point, and hung out in the pool before a nice roast dinner.
Sunday was almost as busy, as I had indoor soccer in the morning, and was reminded how unfit I am. There were no subs(despite promises from several people) and so we were all desperate to be goalkeeper for a while. Afterwards, Greg napped and I tried to repot some plants. I trekked out to Yoga, but the gym was closed for repainting. meh
We went to my Dad’s for dinner, nice barbeque with an ocean view and spent some time playing ball games with James, my younger brother (he’s 4).
Very family heavy, but the rest of the month will be as well. Sometimes it is good to live far away…but I don’t anymore.