The Magnificent Great Ocean Road Part II
Trip Start Nov 29, 2012
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I then headed back to the car which was still running by some miracle and went to get fuel in a little town called Lavers Hill
At a place called Melba Gully, I bumped into a lovely New Zealander couple who I chatted to for a while about my travel plans. I told them I was hoping to see the infamous 12 Apostles that afternoon and they told me to watch out for the Asians with their Ipads! Hilarious! The Great Ocean Road is home to Shipwreck Coast where many ships have been lost over the years and I was interested to see Moonlight Head, home to Wreck Beach. This should have been renamed 'Wreck-Your-Car Beach.' The road to reach this beach was a gravel track with HUGE potholes in it. If someone had been asked to design a route specifically to destroy a car, this would have been it. It was a 10km drive of sheer hell and I had images of Felicity's suspension falling off...
Out of all the beaches I visited over the weekend, Wreck Beach was by far my favourite. There was something incredibly haunting about it. There were two shipwrecks here, The Fiji in 1891 and Marie Gabrielle in 1880
Once back on the luxury of tarmac, our next stop was the big one, The Twelve Apostles. I'd seen photos of these many times but nothing quite prepares you for seeing them in real life. They really are pretty magnificent, but as always, the millions of tourists were out yet again in their droves, mostly Japanese and didn't seem remotely bothered about the incredible wonder of the sea stacks. They were more concerned with having their photo taken, which is a shame. In case you're wondering why I decided not to have my photo taken at the Twelve Apostles, it was very windy and I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge! But just being there was enough for me, it was a very surreal moment.
After a quick trip down Gibson's Steps onto the beach, I headed off to one of the definite highlights of my trip, Loch Ard Gorge. Despite the Twelve Apostles getting all of the credit on the Great Ocean Road, this for me was truly inspiring, even just for the story behind it
But time was marching on and it was getting dark. And I was pretty cold by this point too, so I headed off to Port Campbell to check into my hostel. Port Campbell was even more of a hick town than Lavers Hill. I could imagine tumbleweed rolling down the main street! I said as much to the hostel owner who didn't look impressed! But he did give me a six bed dorm to myself though! Actual win! I headed off to the local pub for some seriously decent grub, a glass of wine and the Australian Grand Prix on the telly whilst watching the sunset. An amazing end to another amazing day, just wish the weather had been a teeny tad better but never mind!