A good vantage point for spotting the Royals - Princes
Bridge underneath the big lamps. The bridge was named after
Prince Edward VII, whose mother was Queen Victoria, his
father Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. He was the
Anglo-Saxon connection to the British throne. Watching
and waiting I spotted a famous face walking by (Read on).
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In the carnival like
atmosphere that afternoon I got talking to a gentleman, Mark, who
also had taken time off work for the occasion. He
was originally from Victor Harbor. South Australia.
onlooker happened to stand nearby. She snapped above photo
of me and my Giant. It got us talking, while waiting for the
ER 158 royal parade to pass. Attractive with dark hair, her name
was Christine, who looked more like an 18 year-old teenager
than a 30 year-old banking officer. She was on holidays from
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May I just distract for a moment.
The name Christine reminded me. This event of October 2011 is now
rather ancient news (and a rather uninteresting subject, according
to my wife).
Here is news that took
place exactly 12 hours ago before writing. I was shaking
hands with former Adelaide football star Christian Rees, player No.5 for Gold Coast
United. The visiting football team from Queensland had
just defeated our Adelaide United by 3 goals to nil. But
it's not number 125 I am coming to - it's 3
The third goal came
with only seconds of play left. What's exiting to me (or
boring for those who don't seer it - pun intended) - on
the 16th 3
goals were scored.
But there was one
other piece of info: Besides Christian Rees I only shook hands with one other
person in the stadium. I recognized his face from years
ago, a car park attendant at the Paradise church: John.
Believe this or not
- after my little joke here - I looked out the window.
My son was being picked up by a friend, who is wearing
a soccer shirt - No. 9.
But there was more, a new
recruit, making his debut for Adelaide. He was the youngest player
ever to play in the A-League. Here are his stats:
PLACE OF BIRTH: Sierra Leone
POSITION: Attacking midfielder
Of course, Teeboy
wore shirt number 24. When the young midfielder came on the field
as substitute, the crowd roared. But 2:0 down in football, with 27 minutes left to play, was
too much, even for... the boy!
Is all this magic,
or is it co-incidental? Friends, I view my magic Da Ninci code,
the numbers and other data, in the same way as I do a piece of art
work. And what do they say about art? Beauty
is in the eye of the Kindergarten teacher.
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(Back to Her Majesty in Melbourne)
As I was
waiting on Princes Bridge,
watching the throng of people move back and forth, I suddenly looked
at a person, whose face I had only seen on a movie and TV
screen. The gentleman walked by me so closely, there was
little doubt who he was, one of the
main characters in The Kings Speech.
Geoffrey Rush was casually walking north on Princes Bridge as I
was standing by my Giant under one of the big lights.
Dressed rather normally, he probably was happy just to
mingle in the crowd. Only a few weeks earlier he, together with
various other eminent Australians, had rubbed shoulders
with Queen Elizabeth at
After all, it
was he who played the role of the Australian speech
therapist in the award winning 2010 movie. And who was it
who was being trained in speech therapy? None other
than King George VI, the father of the Queen we all came out to
anticipate, specially decorated vintage tram finally left
Federation Square. Very slowly Prince Phillip and the Queen
passed by, giving a wave through the tram's windows. Together with
others in the crowd I followed the royal parade along St.Kilda
Road, until the tram stopped at the turn-off to Government House.
Her Majesty disembarked to
cover the rest of the short journey in
her Range Rover. (Pic. above)
was well advanced. My son would soon be waking up, having
worked night shift. He had asked me to not arrive too early.
All worked out well. How I enjoyed it, when he and I later
took a ride through Brighton and Sandringham and even
further down the lovely shores of Port Phillip Bay.
With a hint of pride, no
thankfulness, may I say, I was
able to keep up to him on his $ 2500 racer. Unless he slowed for
his old man to be considerate?
return journey, according to my diary, I did a little
shopping at Coles Brighton. The check-out girl's name
was Isobelle (Spanish origin, meaning Elizabeth). The change
from the 5 Dollars total was 5 cents.
My bus back home
was not until the evening the next day. This meant more adventures
in the big smoke, while my son had to sleep after his
nightshift. Still on
my Giant, I took off to St.Kilda, took walk up and down
Acland Street, resisting the temptation to indulge in any cream
cake. Many were smiling through the display windows of the
north on Beaconsfield Tce. the horizon was filled with the huge, red / white
hull of the Spirit of Tasmania. It was waiting for her next
voyage across Bass Straight. Again, memories came flooding
back. From there I rang my friend Richard in Adelaide. He
and I had made plans to take a trip on that boat, but never
finalized them, (Read on for the place we actually went to).
So much had
taken place over the previous 24 hours, I had to document
it. I found a sunny corner in a Cafe,
right on the harbour, not far from the Spirit of Tasmania. A
film crew was set up nearby. I learned that next door, in a
separate room of the Cafe, an episode of Winners and Losers
(Channel Seven) was being filmed.
I took well over an hour to document
all I had seen and done. Just three example of what I
A dream Mercedes 300 with a back to front registration
plate - 566 665 (123 Won or 99)
the slogan by a chain of convenient stores: - Good Call?
Now who would live in Goodall Road and not C Goodall?
across from where I had assisted Kevin, whose car simply
would not start - plenty battery power, but no spark
- I noticed a black van, a Coffee company. On its side
door I read the address: 50 Sparks Ave.
That morning it took seven pages to write it all.
Moving on I
took a ride along Ross Street into the heart of Melbourne,
then along the Yarra River. I have special memories of Como House. Not
that I expected anything to see, but one lady occasionally
crosses my mind. She appears occasionally in a TV
commercial. Her name is Kim. The product is called
Mission. (Not sure if that makes her a missionary?)
Como House, beside the Yarra, I overtook two joggers. It was around the time, when I had a
fixation on the colours red/white/black. These
colours made me stop and snap this picture:
spot for Melbourne joggers,
the Yarra River,
just east of Princes Bridge
is that black dog doing there, I hear you think?
was like this: On the evening before leaving
Melbourne I took a ride around Albert Park. My wife,
mother-in-law and I had stayed near there a few
I wanted to see, if the strange, white markings on the footpath
were still there. They were. (See Ch.4).
Within a hundred metres,
perhaps two, in the middle
of the (side) road, I noticed something black. It
soft toy shown above. I kept it as a souvenir.
I was thinking, decoding: C A N is all it takes to
LOVE GODS GUIDANCE. (Love it!)
after scanning and cutting the picture of the
puppy did I notice its colours - a
perfect match. Magic just happens - from
Kindergarten to old age.
more, for those who think reporting events from six
weeks ago is boring, take a look here:
ARMY - ONE MISSION
at this point in my writing I had to get ready and
put on my red polo shirt. Within an hour I'd be
singing in our
I found the timing
again perfect - the red shirt is embroidered as shown above - black
Press! On editing - black magic! I counted
the black shapes - 10. Why not count the white
letters inside ...?
what's the ONE Mission? To point all to the ONE,
who died for them on a cross - it's that
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Another world figure made it
to Australia in 2011. On Nov. 16th Mister Yes
we C A N paid his first visit to our shores. (It had
been the Queen's 16th Australia trip). The US President's
finally happened, after two scheduled stopovers were
previously cancelled. Mr. Obama touched down in only two cities on his brief
27-hour tour down-under, Canberra and Darwin.
Canberra was a must on his
itinerary. It's not only Australia's capital, but also
because of the first three letters ... But why was Darwin
chosen, a provincial town with 127 000 inhabitants, and not Sydney or Melbourne?
Pondering about this I
considered two places the 44th US President had visited in
other countries. In Germany on June 5th 2009, instead of visiting Berlin, one of Europe's most
prominent cities, Mr. Obama decided to go to Dresden. In
Ireland in May 2011 he dropped in on Dublin. My YDN brain
noticed these cities - Dresden, Dublin now Darwin!
But there was more. My playful brain
took it all one level higher. The letters D & N are 4th
and 14th letter of the alphabet. In my books this (414) is a
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celebrity couple, Royals from Denmark, visited Australia in
November 2011. Unfortunately, Adelaide was not in their
itinerary either. The closest they came to us was Broken Hill.
(No I didn't travel there, nor to Darwin).
On the day when Princess Mary
charmed the outback mining town, visiting
especially the *RFD (Royal Flying Doctor Service), I had some fun of my own.
(Since I promised it to those involved, I will reveal all - see email below).
It all started
after sitting down late one evening, after choir practice,
to watch TV. Normally, I would have flicked to another
channel, but on November 23rd the popular show Spicks
and Specks screened for the final time. It had
aired on the ABC for 7 years and was now coming to an end,
after 277 episodes. I only caught the final
few minutes, having missed Geoffrey Rush earlier in the
question on the final night tickled my thinking brain. The main show host
Adam Hill, read it out rather
fast. It included the country of Germany and numbers.
Perhaps this is why I was more alert than normally:
1966 song was on the charts at No. 1 in Australia, No. 2
in Holland and No. 28 in Germany? (Answer:
The Bee Gee's Spicks and Specks.)
I saw it [228
won] immediately, but would probably have forgotten all
about it, had those numbers not crossed my path again the very
My work that day
was to pick-up clients at their homes in a small bus, and conducting a tour
through the Adelaide Hills to Callington. My first client to
be picked up had the surname - Hill.
But again, this common name did not yet surprise greatly.
Gradually, however, as other addresses on my list made me
think, I felt like King George VI - lost for words: Take a
2/3: Ruth Ct. - (See Truth)
4: Un.28/12 - 228 Won
On the day
Broken Hill and the RFD was to receive their Royal visitor I
emailed the ABC with what I had found:
Date: 25. Nov. 11
Subject: Two Hills - happy and
There are two hills I am writing about - a happy one
and a sad one. The happy one is in NSW, because of a royal visit.
The sad one, but not broken one, is Adam. He asked his final
question on Spicks and Specks Wednesday night.
I happened to get home from choir practice, finish
dinner just at the right time to sit and watch the final few questions
of the 7-year show. Adam was hiding it well, but he must have been
The final final question happened to include numbers
- 1, 2 and 28 (the latter referring to Germany). My numbers brain
picked this up and thought; Aha - 228 Won.
But more came the next morning. Picking up a list of
clients (to take out on a bus tour for the first time) the first
person was surname Hill. It came immediately after I had seen another
pick up address 28/12 (scan attached)*.
I could go on with many other data - such
as No. 50 lives right by busstop 51 -it really ISSO - but all
will be revealed in my next chapter of my ongoing auto-bio.
Kind regards from another Hill - Para
Dieter R. Fischer
PS I missed Sir Jeffrey Rush on Spicks
and Specks, but - not in Melbourne. I was standing on Princes
Bridge, waiting to wave to the Queen ...
(Please note: I may have forgotten to attach the scan.
Also in the PS I misspelled Geoffrey, plus I'm not sure
if the gentleman really is a Sir.)
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As reward for delivering over 5000 Yellow Pages phonebooks
during November, my friend Richard and I kept talking about a short trip away.
We thought about it, discussed the pros and cons of
Tasmania versus somewhere else. Somewhere else won. Since he had
not been to Port Lincoln in 40 years and I had never been there
at all - Port Lincoln was it.
We had been friends for 25 years,
from the time our children played together. Both of us love
driving long distances. Going by what I knew, the drive to the Eyre Peninsula town
would be almost as long as
driving to Melbourne. I had done the Victoria trip many times.
I was confident, my most
reliable, slowly ageing Suzuki Wagon R+ would take us just
as easily a day's drive in the opposite direction. I noted
that in its 14-year lifespan the vehicle had covered over 314
000 kilometers. (Take note!)
On the first night in
Port Lincoln we had a (kind of) touch of Tasmania - dining at the Grand
Tasman Hotel on Tasman
Terrace. The setting was superb, overlooking Boston Bay. The plate our meal was served on was
gigantic, the schnitzel
The American sounding names, Boston,
Lincoln have no connection to the present USA. (The road
parallel to Tasman Tce. is called Washington Street).
Lincoln was the home town of explorer Matthew Flinders,
who discovered and named Port Lincoln. One of his officers
was called Coffin. He gave a nearby town the name Coffin
Bay. A very pretty spot, we also paid a visit to.
Tasman Terrace, Port Lincoln
Port Lincoln is one of South Australia's gems. Visitors can
do all kinds of watersport,
diving, game fishing even shark cage diving.
A bronze statue
Tasman Tce (where this picture was taken) of Makyba
Diva, the only horse to win the Melbourne Cup three years in a row.
(See Bk.4, Ch. 17, you'll also find a photo of
the above mentioned parking meter in Melbourne).
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Port Lincoln National Park is situated on the southern tip
of Eyre Peninsula. It's rugged coastline is one awesome stretch of
pristine beaches and rocky outcrops above clear, blue
park is only a twenty minute drive from Port Lincoln;
entry is by permit only ($ 30). We never saw another visitor in the
three hours we spent there exploring, taking photographs and ...
digging the Suzuki out of this sandbank. (The best position
when in trouble - on your knees, then use your hands to work
The irony: Should we have taken this car
or not? We were on the way to Cape Carnot.
(of tourist brochure):
The most south-westerly tip of Eyre Peninsula, named by
Nicholas Baudin, who followed Flinders to this area. A
magnificent spray is seen to rise to this Cape, named
after a general and statesman and mathematician of the
Napoleonic era. The oldest rock in SA, approx. 2643
million years aged. Discovered 1876.
you love it - approx. 2643 000 000 years old? Was it
possible in 1876 to date the age of ancient rocks at all?
(Richard and I collected a small sample - we'll check it
out and proof them wrong!)
1876' may mean the Cape itself was discovered then. But it
was in 1802 when French Explorer Baudin and the Englishman
Flinders sailed in these waters. Later the two explorers
would actually meet near Victor Harbor, south of Adelaide.
Hence the name - Encounter Bay.
after we had checked into our
accommodation at Port Lincoln, I noticed the street
address - 24. We had, totally unplanned, booked a place
where the name and address came to
= 4 to the power of 5.
two digits, totally unplanned, would appear again, rather magically,
right near Bay 10 to create an even more amazing result. (Read
Because of the big
meal, and having driven in the car for
exactly 655 kilometers, I needed some exercise. I was glad I had
made a last minute decision to take along the Giant. Pedalling at a leisurely pace along Tasman Terrace I noticed
a tennis ball on the ground near the roundabout. Tennis starts with 10.
Silly, but this little link made me turn and pick up the tennis
Written on it were two words in large letters: SCHOOL PROPERTY.
Hmm! I thought, since I have nowhere particular to cycle to, why
not take the school
property back to where it belongs. So into my pocket the ball
went, and off I cycled to look for a property that looked like a
In a town the size of Port Lincoln
(approx. 13000 people in 06) it didn't take long to find a
school, any school. I tossed the tennis ball over the fence and
moved on. I almost missed it in the fading daylight: a steel
frame with some writing on it - WANNAN OVAL.
A familiar feeling,
a questioning came over me: Was I meant to be here, to see AN WON sign? The
next morning, during a glorious early morning ride around Boston
Bay, I made a point of taking this photo:
WANNAN OVAL, Port Lincoln
Just as I was about to snap the sign,
a jogger came by. I asked, if he minded [taking] a photo. He
promptly stood there and posed for the camera. Why not?
Why not somebody else in the picture, not always you?
Jarrod told me he jogs 12 kilometres before work - another
Richard and I easily could have spent another
few days at the pretty Boston Bay town. Driving away from Port Lincoln,
after only two nights there, I recall seeing an ambulance some distance
ahead of us. It was along the same highway we had come from.
(Amazing - again, totally unplanned - this road is Highway B
100 - in Book 10, Ch.10!)
We caught up with the ambulance
about eight kilometers from Port Lincoln, as we passed through North
Shields. Now, much closer in front of us, I could
read the ambulance's number - 162. (Their registration
plates usually match a larger number on their side windows). At
that moment I noticed to our right was the Wheatsheaf Hotel.
Suddenly my brain connected the dots.
Wondering where the ambulance, which was not in
emergency mode, was going to, I thought: Perhaps it will turn
off soon? So it did. Seconds after I had this thought, the
vehicle turned right into Port Lincoln Airport.
So what about this brief encounter with the ambulance
that took my mind? Which dots did I connect?
A man who lives
in North Street had been drinking at the Wheatsheaf Hotel
and got into serious trouble. His case led to a rare Royal
Commission, held on the first floor at 26 Flinders Street.
(Book 4, Chapter 15).
Later that morning Richard and I stopped for morning
tea and took a walk around Tumby Bay, another pretty, little
holiday spot on the Spencer Gulf. Both of us recognized a name
outside a shop front, which was actually a church. Their pastor
used to be a leader at Paradise Community Church.
On the next corner was a more historic looking
stone church. It's tower looked like it had been planned, but
was never built. The front door stood open. Richard was more
reluctant to just barge in. I hold the belief that a church
should be the most accessible place for any passer-by.
I sat quietly in the back seat. A lady was just
reading the prayer. There's
something about traditional church interiors; They evoke instant
awe and reverence for the divine. Of course it's people, they
are the fabric of any church.
Richard and I had walked into St. Margaret's Anglican
Church. There were 5 other worshippers inside. The
wooden display board on the front gave Psalm 103 as the reading.
After the prayer another parishioner read it out. I marvelled, because the
digits 3 1 5 had been on my mind during this trip.
At the time of the blessing Richard and I made a
quiet exit. Walking across the car park, I could not help seeing
a registration plate - WAN, as if .... But more than that - the
number that went with it - L + 747. Maybe the ambulance was
turning into the airport for a reason?
It took until well after noon, driving
north-east along the Spencer Gulf, to reach Whyalla, where we
stopped for lunch. At Port Augusta the mid-afternoon heat, it
was 37 deg.C, was a little much for the Suzuki. We let her cool
down and topped up her radiator with coolant.
The rest of the drive was a smooth, short hop
over the lower foothills of the Southern Flinders Rangers to
Melrose. This pretty little town is nestled right at the base
of Mount Remarkable.
For those wanting to know more, another
traveller has wonderful pictures and descriptions of this and
other places: Website: http://www.brolgahealingjourneys.com/?p=966
(Nice name - healing journeys).
I had been to Melrose many times before (Bk.3,
Ch.31). Despite many thoughts of climbing the remarkable
mountain, until now I had never managed to do so. The suggested time to
climb it was 5 hours. I knew I could do it in less, applying
my 5 / 3 code ( in three hours).
evening of our arrival it was far too late to undertake such a
long bush walk. The next morning we had to be leaving by 10AM or
so, because Richard had work commitments. This meant the
mountain would remain on the bucket list again. But there was
one option - climb the
mountain early in the morning, before departure. That's just how
it worked out, perfectly.
It would have been
worth it to just rise for the spectacular sunrise, a magnificent
red eastern sky. (Things we miss, while we are sleeping?) My
footwear could have been stronger, otherwise I had a superb
three hours, panoramic views, amazing scenery, lovely fauna. At
the 4.2 km (?) mark some rubbish appeared to have been dumped.
Later I found out it was what remained of the fuselage of a
light plane that had crashed on the mountain 12 years earlier.
Three people had lost their lives.
Looking at the data
of this brief excursion I found, as expected, a few
Mt. Mount Remarkable
is 960 m high. You see, totally unplanned, the date I
finally managed this climb happened on 8.12 (=96 or
Having to watch my time that morning, I
did so carefully. I left the tennis club, where the trail
exactly 6 AM and arrived back at 9. AM.
But more remarkable were the numbers 315, the
one mentioned earlier. Turing the calendar back three days,
before leaving Adelaide I had noticed the odometer reading in my
Suzuki. It was over 314 600. A brief thought entered my
mind, knowing we'd travel at least 600 or 700 kilometers to our
destination. Was it a premonition, a subconscious wish or what was
it? I find it hard to describe: I wondered where on this trip we'd
be when the reading showed 315 315. (Regular readers know
they are the digits of my birthday).
On the way to Port Lincoln I almost forgot about
this. And to even think of manipulating such things, which could
be done, if one wanted to, only brings disappointment. I knew, if there was anything
at all to be
experienced, HE was in control of it, I was just a servant.
Travelling south-west down the Spencer Gulf
we needed fuel. A sign into Arno Bay indicated that
fuel was available. It wasn't. A highly pregnant lady at the
Arno Bay garage told us, we'd have to go to Port Neill, 35 km
further south. "The general store there has a pump, but
they close at 5 PM." Thankfully, there was ample time, but
it meant another slight detour. How annoying! Or was it?
My first feelings of excitement, IT may really
happen, came when a road sign indicated 50 kilometers to Port Lincoln.
I did a few basic sums and ... it
really looked that we could be arriving at our destination right
We were only a few meters from the
driveway to BAY 10. I was probably watching the odometer more
than the road. It showed 315 314 with only meters to go. Then,
just as we stopped, right outside our Apartment building, the
last digit on the
dash moved from 4 to 5. It now read 315 315.
When HE came - the SON turned the world upside
Now - NOS turn the world upside down.