Back in Melbourne

The night I was packing to return to Melbourne my wife rang and told me to expect to be met with locked doors.  I hung up on her and proceeded.  After three weeks sleeping on my son's top bunk, I was told my wicked ways were unbearable for her and was told I must depart.

I guess this was a good 42nd birthday present....

The right time for a mid-life crisis....

These photos were taken at Southern Cross station.  I think I preferred the old Spencer Street station.  I did not ride the bike with all that on, but it was good for walking between platforms.  I traveled by bus from Melbourne airport to the train station.