Buchart Gardens and a homeless encounter (17 November 2024)
Bev wanted to do to the Buchart Gardens. Fortunately the rain had stopped and the sun peaked through the clouds every now and again. There were two ways to get there; either on a tour (very expensive but not available) or take public transport (much cheaper). Conveniently, the bus stop for getting the bus that took us there was less than a 15 minute walk away.
It was a pleasant ride through the suburbs which were not too dissimilar to those in New Zealand and Australia. Single dwellings on a plot of land, except for the most part they were two storied with a basement.
Buchart Gardens is a very popular tourist destination, particularly in spring and summer. Even in winter they were very nice. The leaves had mostly fallen, and they were setting the place up for Christmas. It was lovely peaceful place to walk around with crowds. In the tourist season it must be so busy judging by the number of car parks and bus parks.
A couple of sculptures in the gardens |
The bus to take us back was conveniently due a few minutes after we had decided we had seen all that needed seeing.
The skies had cleared when we arrived back in central
Victoria. As our walk around the harbour
had been forestalled the day before due to rain, we took the opportunity to
walk to Fishermen’s Wharf. It was rather
pretty with a ferry coming in, seaplanes taking off and getting a better sense
of the geography of Victoria.
Local taxi Victoria Harbour |
Houses floating on the water - Fishermen's Wharf |
By the time we had done our walk the sun was beginning to go down. We walked to our bus stop just missing our bus. Just before the bus stop we walked past a couple of homeless men who talking loudly and then one of them said something to me that I did not understand. I carried on. While waiting for the bus this same man wandered into the shelter and apologised for whatever said to me. For the next fifteen minutes I heard his story. He had been brought up by a drug addict mother, had been in rehabilitation several times for drug addiction problems, was only allowed one beer a day but he had two before he talked to me, had been in prison, and did not like living in the accommodation for the homeless. The reason he did not like hostel was that was it was noisy with a number of mentally unwell people. It was an interesting encounter and while I didn’t say anything (he liked talking) I suspect he just wanted an audience. The lives these people live are awful and we saw lots of homeless people and many of them had the blank looks of drug addicts. It was a reminder what awful lives some people live.
We didn’t want to go back in the CBD due to the infrequency of buses,
so we went to a local
pub where the music was deafening and the food terrible, but there were few
other options nearby and it was cold and damp.
Above are several photos in the gardens |
Fairmont Empress Hotel |
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