Road Trip Adventure: Day 5

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OCEAN!

Oh… oh how I love thee Ocean. Ocean my love, how I miss you when not near you. I love the feeling of thy embrace around me when I dive into you to enjoy your both gentle and strong currents, and your raging powerful surf.

Ocean, you are my one true love. Sorry women, whoever you are, you have to be something really truly special to compete with Mare. (That and the fact that I’m afraid of you from being raised by a pack of ravenous Latinas)

Ok… done with that for now. So anyway, we continued our journey down the Great Ocean Road, which is the Aussie equivalent to Pacific Coast Highway.



The best analogy I can think of for all of you back in California, would be, a mix between Big Sur, and Montana de Oro. Yes, the drive was that beautiful. We made several stops on our drive down the coast, David might argue far too many.

A common sign we saw was this:



But unstable cliffs are no problem for an unstable person like me. I’m not sure if it was the adventurer in me, or the immigrant latino in me, but there was almost no fences that I did not jump in the spirit of exploration (and awesome picture taking)



Just one of many examples of the times that I jumped a fence, and was it worth it? Well, I ended up getting a good shot of the cave that I ended up going to explore.



But how did it look once I got there? Amazing!



There was however one major drawback to my plan of action. It is 1000x easier going down a cliff then it is going back up those same slipper rocks with wet feet. Matthew and David ended up walking to where I was stranded, so with the tide coming in, I had a choice to make, risk slipping off a wet rock trying to climb back up where I had just slid down from? OR! Do I brave the poisonous Australian ocean loaded with stingy shit that can kill me if I get to near it, assuming I don’t get bitten by Jaws. Well, David climbed down to where I was, looked around, and I helped him back up allowing him to use me as a ladder/stepstool for footholds to make his way to safety, I stayed behind contemplating my choices…

Finally, I handed my camera to David, and pretty much everything else valuable I had, plus my shirt, not necessarily because of its value, but because, well, I simply did not want it getting wet… duh.

And so, I dared the poisonous/toothed creatures of Australia, to become one with my lover and source of life:



And that is the story behind my first swim in the Indian Ocean.
The rest of the day was filled with more beautiful ocean scenery…



…and more opportunities for me to jump over protective dividers, all in the name of good photography…





Was it worth it you ask? I’d say so:



After that, I came across the 3rd place in the world that I’ve been that goes by the name “London Bridge” (1st being Arizona, 2nd being London near the Thames, and now this)



The “bridge” in fact is as much a London Bridge as the Holy Roman Empire was a Holy Empire in Rome (pssst… that means it wasn’t) but hey, whatever those Redcoat’s wanna reckon.

Finally! We came to our destination just outside of Princetown, Victoria, Twelve Apostles National Park. The 12 Apostles are a chain of rocks that have withstood the test of time and erosion to make for a really awesome view.





Besides a small country life traffic jam on the way to our night’s accommodations…



…the rest of the day went fairly uneventful in terms of exploration

Join us tomorrow as we learn the answer to intrigueing questions like…

How much can a Koala bear?

How salty can a lake be?

How chickeny is Croc?

What is Chutney?

And of course, see how I pulled a Steve Irwin (without the dying part)