After 10 years of living down-under and receiving my citizenship (having 2 passports is brilliant- definitely making me reaslise that I should have been Jason Bourne/James Bond/Ethan Hunt) my parents decided it was time to see the place I have been calling home for a decade.
After the spectacular sights of Sydney and still wanting to show off a little we embarked on a road trip starting from Sydney ending in the Great Ocean Road in our trusty Mazda 3 (he was exhausted on his return and didn’t talk to us for a few days).
On the way down we drove for miles and miles (or should I say kilometres now I am a fully fledged Aussie), visiting the beautiful coastline of NSW and Victoria. In the evenings we rested our weary bones (driving is surprisingly exhausting) in motels (all very nice but still slightly reminiscent of American horror movies according to my girlfriend, though to me I was Jack Reacher scouring the new neighbourhood for clues of the missing girl/suspicious stranger/stranded travellers).
There is much I could write about the beautiful sights along the way, however I am going to skip straight to the majestic winding road itself.
The sheer vastness of the rocky coastline is breathtaking. The twists and turns delight even the experienced traveller and we were lucky with the weather which made the water sparkle like diamonds (definitely take sunnies).
There is a plethora of information boards (good on ya Victoria Tourism board) along the way and if you are anything like me (i.e. attention span of a goldfish) don’t spend the time reading them, just take a picture of them and read them later in your own time that way you can cut the time of the trip in half. However the only con of that is by the time you get back to home you have nearly forgotten the whole trip and the information just sits there idle in your camera patiently waiting for the day that will not arrive.
By the time we got to the Twelve Apostles the sun was close to setting and the apostles turned golden, jaggedly projecting out of the tumultuous ocean. The cliffline was spectacular and slightly menacing, and after chatting about the height and the twisting rocky clifftop that we were standing on my mum said “That’s a long way down, if I fall off it will take the helicopter a long time to get to me, I’m not sure if I could swim all the way back to shore as I’m not a great swimmer”. The drop must have been about 250 foot to the sea, I didn’t quite have the heart to tell her that she perhaps would not make the fall, instead making a mental note to keep her away from the edge (thankfully the fences were pretty high and set back).
There is a visitor centre by the car park (although closed when we were there which was strange considering the car-park was full as sunset is obviously a popular time to visit) My idea to get lots of pamphlets/leaflets for me to ‘read later’ was crushed much to my girlfriends delight (“stop filling my bag with leaflets you are never going to read”) Thankfully there is the internet for all the information I may ever need and my trusty information board photos.
12 Apostles limestone stacks Port Campbell National Park Victoria, Australia