After getting some small bit of insight, we bit the bullet and headed to Sovereign Hill to get a better picture of Ballarat in it’s heyday. On our arrival there was a tour about to kick off so we joined in and was given an oral story into the life and experiences of a digger back in those days, and the kind of issues that was present that led to the eventual Eureka Rebellion in 1854. Rosalee and I were finding that this was very interesting, but the younger kids were getting a bit distracted and bored. Elijah was involved with the narrative and had to help measure out a claim with a piece of string, before the Officer arrived to check if he had a miners licence.
We all had a go at panning for gold and although the kids were rubbish both Rosaleee and myself found speckles of gold, that Rosalee had to quickly put away before the hoardes of Japanese tourists came over and took it out of our pans. A curious observation about some of these Japanese tourists is that they like to take photo’s of children, one young kid aged around 12 thought he was a rock star when around 10 Japanese tourists took photos of him or posed with him. It is quite funny to watch.
Anyway back to Sovereign Hill we watched the gold pouring being done, purchased some gold flecks for Amelia as part of her birthday treat and then took the kids to the school so that they could experience a classroom this year. This failed to impress, but they enjoyed writing with ink pens and all got A+ from the teacher. Elijah thought his work was only worth a B+, but he was happy to take the grade.
The kids then wanted to go to the Victoria Theatre and watch a play on Beauty and the Beast. Whilst watching the first five minutes you knew it was going to be a very cheesy rendition of the show, but the kids loved it. At the end you were able to have photos with the actors/ress and all the kids were eager, except that we could not find Marcella. Eventually I spotted her outside crying, not because she was lost, but there was no way she was going to have her photo taken with the witch.
Then it was onto the Gold Museum to see real gold, and by this time it was a quick run around the museum and back to the car, but oh no the battery was completely dead. The caravan fridge had sucked it dry, so a call to the local RACV man and 40 minutes later we were on our way again to our next destination.