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  • A journey of an 'explorer' - Aus, The Great Ocean Road

    Posted by Rebecca Winter February 26, 2014 - 829 views - 0 comments - 0 likes - #outback  #sunset  #Kangaroo  #GreatOceanRoad  #journey  #explorer  #twelve apostles 

     

    Exploring the Great Ocean Road was an unforgettable experience that I would love to re-live! Hopefully one day I will do, however in the mean time here is a blog which tells the story of my travels along the fabulous Great Ocean Road! 

     

    Imagine the last scene in Michael Caine’s infamous film ‘The Italian Job’. The coach swerves around the idyllic mountainous roads before climaxing with a dramatic balancing act. The Great Ocean Road is one of these stand out journeys. Tarmac carved into the cliff faces, joining the ridges and exploiting the jurassic scenery. Providing natives and travelers alike with postcard landscapes and exaggerated views. Bright blue skies and dark navy seas create a mirage of blurred lines. The sun glistens onto the car windscreen, as diamonds shine in the horizon.  

     

     

     

    The path is joined by costal towns who’s survival is based on the tsunami of tourists on their annual migration. The town, Lorne, was our fist stop on our weekend adventure. It hugs the cliff face and as a result exerts the ideal Aussie lifestyle; surf, beach and bars. We camped up in one of the designated campsites and began the ordeal of drinking Goon*. As expected we spent the next day impersonating Seals on the beach. Only moving and talking if it was extremely necessary.  

     

     

     

    The trip took a turn to the wild side when we ventured over to Tower Hill Wildlife Reserve. The thought of crossing paths with Kangaroos turned us into conservation experts, travelers transformed into professional wildlife explorers. 

     

    We found that Koala Bears love the spotlight, spending their days chewing eucalyptus and sleeping in the trees directly above the car park, it was evident they were fame hungry…

     

    We searched the main perimeter of the park, and we were unsuccessful. Kangaroos are not as sociable as you may think. After this disappointing start we turned to an official park ranger for help and guidance. The burning question was: “why the sparsity in the landscape – where are the Kangaroos?” His reply was a revelation “The kangaroos hang out in the bushes during midday as the beam from the sun is too hot.” Off we went searching for these indigenous animals. Our aim was to find the 6ft kind, capture a picture and then sneak off. 

     

    The man in the sky was scorching, roasting us till we thankfully found shade in the bushes. From then onwards we had to transport ourselves into the minds of our prey. So carefully we searched the land, inching towards their habitant. The shelter from the sun was our main aim, but the bushes were alive with the sound of… nothing.  However, patience is a virtue and we were soon to be rewarded. 

     

     

     

    Before we knew it a wide eyed 6ft Kangaroo was stood 2 ft from us. He paused to look at us up and down, checking us out to make sure we weren’t going to harm him. Once he was convinced of our innocence, he hopped off in the opposite direction. He was then followed by 2 others who repeated this equation. 

     

    During the meet and greet session we stood frozen, in awe of the outback creatures. Our palms were firmly gripped around our cameras, hung from our necks resting against our chests. Not one of us lifted a finger from the base of the cameras to get the shot we so desperately wanted. The moment was over in seconds, and not one of us have any evidence to prove the discovery. 

     

    Our hunt is now a distant memory, but memories unlike photos last for a lifetime. What proof did we need when the memory is hung firmly in our personal Iclouds. Who were we kidding, we were not and are never going to be Charles Darwin. But on that day we were proud of our find and with corks hanging in front our eyes, we felt like groundbreaking explorers – with a slight hangover.   

     

     

     

    *boxed wine. Famous in Australia as a cheap wine, it is said that aboriginals drink it till they have passed out. The wine is held in the box by a silver bag, aboriginals blow the bag up and use it as a pillow to sleep on once all the alcohol is consumed.  Goon is an aboriginal word for pillow, hence the nickname. 

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