Crossing the border into “deep south” was another big moment for us. As every Australian well knows, and as Jono is fond of saying, South Australia is the lawless state*. Simply sighting the border sign gave us the urge to engage in illegal activities. Immediately we wanted to advertise for sale a fridge with a compartment exceeding 42.5 litres in capacity, or deny a landlord the right to remove corn from an overdue tenant’s premises**. (more…)
Journeying to the Grampians was an experience in itself. We marvelled at the mountain ranges which emerged from completely flat surrounds and then at the beauty of the winding, bush-lined road leading to Halls Gap. Successfully negotiating the aforementioned road’s plethora of hairpin turns, caravan intact, was also a memorable plus. Intending to stop in the Grampians for just two days, we ended up staying for seven. Each place we went to was better than the last, which made it difficult to leave. (more…)
During our three hour drive towards Rocklands it became apparent that we had well and truly left the Great Ocean Road. Accustomed to the blues and greys of the coastline, our windows now showcased the varying textures of farming paddocks: a blur of browns and muted greens. (more…)
We set off from Princetown all too conscious that we were heading towards Warrnambool, the town which marks the end of the Great Ocean Road. It felt like a significant milestone – a beginning as much as an ending: we were all present and accounted for, we hadn’t experienced any major disasters and we still had so much ahead. Pats on the back and scratches behind the ears all ‘round. (more…)
As we drove down the road leading to Princetown Recreation Reserve we saw a few kangaroos. Then we turned into the campsite and saw a few more. And then some more. All of a sudden there was too many kangaroos to count. Based on the whimpering noises coming from both Jono and Neddy, it’s hard to say who was more excited between the two of them. (more…)
Johanna Beach is a surfing, camping and fishing spot that was recommended to us by a number of people. After taking a day trip there while we were staying at Marengo, there was no way we weren’t going back for more. This blog must soon be reaching its maximum quota for words such as ‘amazing’, ‘breathtaking’ and ‘spectacular’ but these don’t even begin to scratch Johanna’s surface. (more…)
Our next stop after Wye was in the Apollo Bay area. We ended up at Marengo Holiday Park, which is a couple of kilometres past Apollo Bay and right on the beach. After settling in we decided to go for a drive. We continued west – primarily because we both enjoy the “this is the furthest point we’ve been from home since starting our trip” conversation – and took a right hand turn down a very windy dirt track (that’s windy as in the trail wound around, not as in the air was blowing in gusts). (more…)
… the response overheard from a British tourist when queried why she was photographing an ant.
*no ants were harmed in the making of this post.
Our first night out of Melbourne was spent at Point Impossible, in Torquay. We got a bit lost on our way in and after driving the last couple of kilometres down a corrugated dirt road we opened Claude’s door to find the pantry had burst open and that food was everywhere. A first, and hopefully a last. (more…)
We’d not heard of Wilsons Promontory before we started our trip. Maybe the Victorians are trying to keep this place a secret? If that’s the case we don’t blame them – it’s truly amazing, and only three and a half hours south-east of Melbourne. We stayed at a beautiful free camping area at a place called Franklin Downs, which had a creek and the added bonus of being Neddy friendly. (more…)