Who doesn't want to tour the beautiful coal burning Yallourn power station?
Well we didn't, but our intrepid team of six cars and three support trucks who were dopey enough to think we knew where we going actually managed to find it; drive around the inside six times while looking for the way out; and to convince management we were eco-terrorists out to kill 22 per cent of Victoria's power supply while protesting the futility of coal in a Tesla, soy latte world.
Once the Victorian tactical response unit realised we were dim-witted rather than dangerous, they released us on a good behaviour bond. From there it was a relatively easy cruise to the Melbourne seaside town of St Kilda (population 17,795).
Anyway the local residents were very pleased to see 400 or so of Australia's, two of Tasmania's, one of France's and one of Canada's finest dressed to varying degrees as pirates. Not many were arrested. Then it was on to that mightiest defender of our country's seas – the Spirit of Tasmania.
Readers, you know the outcome. The same Australian government that has just given the sinkers of Greenpeace's Rainbow Warrior the contract to build three submarines for $60 trillion bought the daughter of the Titanic and renamed the former mothballed rusting hulk the Spirit of Tasmania.