Up to my neck in hot water
And then were discouraged by this sight:
However, we put our names on the list at the door, and had a latte in the cafe while we waited.
Just forty minutes later, we were soaking ourselves in the following mineral concoction. The water smelt faintly like farm dam water.
Friday was, shall we say…a little chilly. The idea of wandering from one pool to the next (there are five, plus a sauna) wearing nothing but our bathers was horrifying to say the least. However, after few minutes soaking in the springs, which range from 37 C to 42 C, we were actually glad of the chill in the air to cool off. One pool in particular was like a hot cauldron. We emerged from that one cooked like lobsters.
The water comes from an aquifer 650 metres beneath the Mornington Peninsula and rises under its own ‘steam’ (pardon the pun) to 10 metres below the surface. It’s then pumped to ground level to fill the pools. The entire volume of the pools is replaced every four hours.
We chose just to do the public bathing option, but there are also private pools and a day spa with massages etc.
Soaking in hot water with a cool breeze rustling the Ti-trees surrounding the area was a most enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours on a Friday afternoon.
