[By the miracle of modern communications, I have been reacquainted with my missing pics.]
Declan & Jules returned from Blighty and it was time to head on. They invited me to join them on a road trip from Melbourne to Adelaide down the Great Ocean Road, a driving experience to rival all others in the world (apart from maybe rolling and wrecking a 1987 VW Sirocco on a Welsh country lane). I didn't need asking twice. So off we set for a two day cruise.
Dangly things from the rear view mirror - check.
Faux leopard skin steering wheel cover - check.
We're ready!
Faux leopard skin steering wheel cover - check.
We're ready!
Arguably the highlight of the G.O.R. are the Twelve Apostles - in geological terms limestone stacks and arches formed by oceanic erosion. In layman's terms large lumps of rock sticking out of the drink. And there weren't twelve of them, only ten. Two had clearly decided to follow a different path in life. Classic example of Aussie 'wiggle-room' on naming convention. Did you know that Sydney Opera House is actually a working men's club?
OK, so it's pure cheese but how often do you get to see a 25ft fibreglass lobster (or crawfish as they are more accurately called)?
Suitably classy road trip style accommodation in Peterborough where we stayed overnight. Most notable for its breakfast including toast, delivered to your room...the evening before you depart.
D&J take in lunch on the road. Jack Kerouac's favourite apparently - fish & chips.
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Bollox. Seems the pics here have slipped off the edge of the World Wide W'internet. I'll try and repost them when I get a chance. Serves me right for rejoicing in getting my mits on them after my copy of the CD of pics got corrupted. La!
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