Today being our last day we should, in theory, have tried to cram as much into it as possible.
Instead we went for a leisurely tram ride up to the Carlton Gardens and took photos of some water fountains before heading into see the Boy King himself.
Tutankhamun was a masterfully laid out exhibition, with 10 small connected galleries leading to a constant flow of people and preventing milling about. The fact sheets were bite-sized, and the articles interesting. The jewellery at the end was a tad pricey though ($10,000 sound good to you?)
Hosier Lane was our next stop, using the last of the camera’s battery on the graffiti-covered walls. From colourful patterns to left-wing questions, not a speck was left blank.
Lunch consisted of sitting in Batman Park eating fries and glorious cupcakes (which unfortunately did not survive the airport’s security checking – apparently horizontal and vertical mean the same thing to attendants these days) in Red Velvet, Carrot Cake, Peppermint Cream, Molten Chocolate, Rocky Road and Peanut Butter Smash flavours.
And then our final stop; Southern Cross Station for a Skybus back to the airport, and then check-in followed by home. Home which happened to be 37 degrees and and me asking when I could go back.