Today we decide to leave the city behind and head for the "Great Ocean Road" 200 miles West of Melbourne. As you probably already guessed, this involved renting a car, an Australian car. As you have already deduced, they drive on the left side of the road, sit on the right side of the car, and have pretty much every gadget, gizmo and watchamacallit inside the car switched- so yes i kept turning on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal. I am not suprised this place started as a slave colony.
We headed for the open highway and despite my best attempts to run our mid sized Hyundai (by mid size I mean trunk and two seats) into on-coming traffic, we made it on to the Great Ocean Road (GOR, oh yea we are moving to acronyms NG friends). I admit the GOR at first was essentially the Pacific Coast Highway. Then we reached our destination.
Clayton's daily itenerary called for a bratwurst breakfast at the Queen Victoria Market in Melbourne, which was of course fantastic, then driving 5 and half hours to "The Twelve Apostles". A note before we go- I have deduced in the last 36 hours Aussies love road signs (they have one for everything... everything), hooded sweatshirts, and brats.
The 12 Apostles along with "The Grotto", "London Bridge", and "Sea of Martyrs" were a series of giant rock formations on the south coast of Australia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Twelve_Apostles_(Victoria)). Clayton did not disappoint. They were absolutely fantastic. The rain parted and it seemed that God smiled on us a little as we had perfect sunset weather to see them.
It took us 6 hours to drive there and you will not be suprised Clayton found a shortcut on a map without any help. We got home in half the time, but almost hit a Kangaroo.
No comments:
Post a Comment