Well it's a full and action packed day today readers, so hang on tight.
Preparation is all important when there's a lot to do, so as soon as we left the caravan park we headed straight into Maccas for breakfast. Bless them and their $5.95 special which includes a reasonable approximation of a cappuccino.
Then it was off to McFeeters Motor Museum a kilometre up the road. That's McFeeters not to be confused with McFeast which was a special edition of hamburger offered by McDonalds in the 1990's. Yet again, I digress. The motor museum was setup and run by Mum & Dad McFeeter, ex wool merchants, with a passion for cars and not a little business acumen by the look of it. There's over $3 million bucks invested in the place but the building has been setup so that if it doesn't work out as a motor museum in can be converted quite quickly into a Motel.
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| When this car was new this would not have been allowed. Women driving? Unbelievable, next they will be wanting the Vote! |
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| This is a $100,000 Honda CRX. Unfortunately not all the money the guy spent on it was his. After he went to jail the police auctioned it off. |
After bidding Ma & Pa McFeeter a fond farewell we headed off to Cowra, stopping first at the Information Centre to watch the presentation about the Prison breakout by the Japanese POW's held there during the Second World War. The presentation was done with a hologram talking you through the events - very well done too. In contrast to the Japanese suicide banzai charge of the prison fences, the Italian POWs indulged in market gardening, singing and chatting up the local women.
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| The hologram was great but this guy's performance was a bit wooden. |
After a rather pleasant iced coffee and chicken wrap at the cafe we moved on to the Japanese gardens on the other side of town and apparently on the other side of Japanese culture. The place, designed by Ken Nakajima, is beautifully set-up and just oozes tranquility. Like Bonnie Doon "so much serenity"
Headed off from Cowra and drove on down to Young (which is not). Now according to the signs and the brochures Young is the Cherry capital of Australia (according to Vicki the Cherry capital is some town in Tasmania, but since she couldn't remember the name of it and she hasn't printed any brochures we're going with Young).
Now while Di has me eating more fresh fruit these days than ever before I couldn't come at the fresh cherries so we ducked into a bakery to check out the Cherry Pies. If it's good enough for John Mellencamp to write about them in songs I figured they would be worth a try. Apparently the people in the bakery didn't think so and they didn't actually have any. But, true to the renowned country hospitality the lady offered to have one baked for us tomorrow morning. How could we refuse. Just to be on the safe side, ie to avoid sharing issues, we got her to bake us individual pies. That done we were committed to checking in for the night. Young Tourist Park was quite neat but nothing to write home about (although given you are reading this apparently it was enough to write in a blog about). The lady at reception showed us photo's of the park before Christmas and it was under about 3 feet of water, so yet again we have timed our run right.
Not a good nights sleep - kept dreaming of the cherry pies ;-)
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