I'm a chef I'm a chef I'm a chef
Trip Start Aug 18, 2010
26Trip End Ongoing
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
After the entire lack of people on the trip we did in West Australia I made sure to enquire in advance how many people there would be on our groovy grape tour. It seemed a substantial amount and in the end there were 13 of us. We set out along the great ocean road - which runs along the coast from Melbourne in the direction of Adelaide. We saw some beautiful scenery and some great wildlife. For once I saw more of a koala than just its bum as they usually sit high up in a tree not doing much! These ones were awake, very exciting! I was a bit over seeing kangaroos by this point if I am honest, but we saw some albino ones for a change
The great ocean road is a rather famous stretch, which some gorgeous beaches and famous rock formations such as the 12 apostles (of which there are only 7 actually left). Hogan and I like a good rock formation. After the great ocean road we headed to the grampians, a mountain range near Adelaide. This was stunning as well and we did some hikes. One of the hikes involved a particularly large amount of scrambling up rocks etc. At this point I was glad to have purchased some rather kickass hiking shoes for my Australia trip (even if by this point the lining of them is completely filled with sand due to a getting caught in the sea incident in Western Australia - I intend to take a hoover to them shortly). However, the two German girls on our trip did the entire climb in flip-flops! Not very German of them if you ask me, surely any self-respecting stereotypical German would be prepared for any eventuality?
The trip was good fun but I was really glad Hogan was there, there was a significant lack of social ease within the group. Most people were perfectly fine but they were altogether rather...dull. However, this may simply be because noone could really get a word in due to the total dominance of the obnoxious israeli-american woman on the trip. Said woman managed to butt in on every occasion, mention that she was a chef at every possible opportunity and embarrass people in front of the group. Clearly this lady needs to know her audience better. She was travelling with a bunch of cash strapped backpackers and spent most of her time raving about her extensive wine cellar an how she likes to drink a bottle of champagne on a regular basis. She clearly thought of herself as a real wine expert. As her and the french chap swirled around glasses of red in a hideously pompous tasting comparison I made the foolish mistake of attempting conversation by saying, 'you really make it look like you know what you are doing'
Annoying Israeli-American: 'Oh I DO know what I am doing, I'm a CHEF'
French Chap: 'And I am from Bordeaux'
At this point Hogan rocked up with our bottle of sweet white wine, cheapest in the store, which we drank from some chipped old mugs. I sincerely wish we had gone for the even cheaper cask wine, just to detach ourselves further from the arrogance before us....
Once the trip ended we got dropped off in Adelaide, where we had a mooch around for a few days. We hired some bikes (which are free to hire in Adelaide - everywhere should have this!) and cycled along the river to the seaside. I was so excited to just be on a bike again, I am really missing Monty and Veronica - my bikes at home. Poor Hogan was in a little pain afterwards, having not ridden a bike for years. She claimed she woke up in pain in the middle of the night, realising that she had been cycling with her legs in her sleep!
We had a rather interesting friday night in Adelaide to say the least
Highly amused we proceeded to the Vegan cafe we were to have dinner at. We got chatting to a lady in the queue behind us who asked us did we have a reservation? Because apparently it gets pretty busy on a friday night. We didn't. Jokingly I said to Hogan - 'If all else fails, we should just hold up the magazine and say "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE?!"'. This prompted the lady behind us to suddenly become convinced we were genuinely famous.
Lady behind us: 'Oh my God, are you two famous?'
Lady: 'Are you in a magazine or something?'
Me: Yes. No. Sort of. Indirectly. Not really no.'
Lady, 'Oh my God, I suddenly thought I was behind some famous people and I didn't recognize them'
As it happened we did manage to get a table and it was rather yummy. I wouldn't recommend the chocolate milkshake though, that was a foolish mistake in which Hogan and I somehow momentarily forgot the entire concept of veganism not involving actually real cow's milk...
And so on to the pub we thought, find somewhere that looked nice. A couple of pints later an elderly scottish gentleman starts speaking to us about a variety of random things, including his former love of dancing as a young'un - 'everyday, twice on a saturday.' Hogan got stuck in this conversation whilst a 15 year old kid who had somehow got into the pub started telling me of his desire to go to London purely based on the film 'A Werewolf In London', 'I think it would just be really cool to be a werewolf in London.' Long story short: the events which followed made us come to the realisation that we were in fact in a gay pub, as the old scottish chap spilled his guts to Hogan about how he would like to be a cross-dresser and was in fact wearing a 'brassiere'...
Our final day in Adelaide took us to the seaside town of Glenelg. We mainly chilled out and got ourselves some ridiculous facial sunburns. Hogan was burnt from the cheeks down, I was burnt solely on the forehead and nose. Together we made up one entirely sunburnt face. And this is how we arrived in Sydney the next day to be picked up by Hogan's parents - exhausted from the red-eye flight, somewhat whiffy and two halves of a sunburnt face.