The morning K left was dedicated to discovering Aboriginal culture which was my one must-do thing in Melbourne.
First of all, my body had apparently gone into shock because went to bed at 10 pm and woke up at 3 am. Of course, I ended up having to rush to the Royal Botanic Gardens for the Aboriginal Heritage Walk. The problem is that the gardens are huge and it’s super hard to find directions to the visitor centre. I finally ended up calling, and getting directions and reaaching in the nick of time. The walk itself was lovely, just the thing I needed. The guide was of Aboriginal descent and gave us a lot of information about the local Boonarong tribe as well as his own tribe.
Tea tree oil is made out of the leaves of this tree. It’s interesting how many of these trees have fragrant leaves.
The Eucalyptus.We saw a cockatoo poking its head out of the hollow.
After the talk, I hung around the Botanic Gardens and had a sandwich I had packed. This was my view.
On the way back, I passed the Shrine of Remembrance which honours Australians who fought in the World War. I’m always surprised how scenic Melbourne is and how the architecture is a mix of old and new.