Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Weekend in Daylesford
Last week, my friend Sofie texted me to see if I wanted to go to Daylesford for the weekend.
me: What's Daylesford?
Sofie: It's known for spas and wineries
and away we went. We started off the weekend with a trip to the spa for massages- unexpectedly, mine was given by a large Australian man with a ponytail who may have seen my buttcrack. After that, a trip to the wineries, where we sampled the goods and met a pair of dogs who lead a double life as cover models. Daylesford is one of those small country towns frequented by tourists from the city who use antiquing as a verb. These people love their doilies. I can no longer judge, as I fully admit to purchasing some decorative pillows and hanging out in our hotel's sitting room, oddly reminiscent of my grandmother's parlor. The rest of Saturday night consisted of a delicious dinner, an inadvertent trip to a lesbian bar, and ended with us getting shooed out of the bowls club at closing time.
On Sunday, we checked out more of the local sites, hiked to a disappointing lookout, and drove to a better lookout. We also met a baker who showed us her Boston Buns. All in all, it was a very relaxing weekend and a nice trip to an area of Victoria I hadn't seen before.