|Flashing my winnings (a grand total of $15)|
The Race That Stops A Nation.
That is what they call it over here: The Melbourne Cup. It’s like Ascot and the Grand National for Australians. It’s big. In Victoria it’s a National Holiday while the rest of the country takes a long weekend (bank holiday to us English-folk). So what did we do? We donned our spring festival dresses, clipped on some fancy headwear and went to gamble our limited backpacker funds away. Who said travellers can’t be classy too?
From Flinders Street Station to Flemington Race Course we travelled amongst the prim and the proper, admiring the dresses and gawping at the fascinators (not all good may I add *see feathery Mohawk.)
I am not ashamed to say that my day involved more socialising than photography, so I have scoured the internet for a few of the beauties we saw. Needless to say they were far superior clothing-wise, but I'm ready to bet that we had far more fun.
So here we go: Meet my New Hostel Babes. #theonlywayismelbs
(I just realised that, after an entire day at the races, I didn't get one picture of a horse.)
|Gangsters looking Dapper|
|A few babes from the 1940's of course|
|Excuse my wonky surround photos - I'm only little!|
|Some of the more...extravagant headwear...|
|I didn't win.|
What am I wearing? Well there is a little known Brand call Zara...oh no wait. Everything I wear is from there. Including the shoes, dress and bag from the pictures. Original no?