For the love of all that's holy!!!

So. I got in trouble. Again. For my blog.

It was pure stupidity on my part and now I'm all red-faced and apologizing. This one won't blow over as easily. But, ya know what, people who don't know me, don't get me. I'm a lot like Gwyneth Paltrow.

Or not at all.

I'm over Western Australia. I'm ready to get back to my boring day-in day-out life in America.

First things first. I need a job.

Does anyone have any handouts? They're greatly appreciated.

Oh. And one last thing. I'm over charming guys. No more Aries for me, k? They're just BAD news. Is it so hard to find a good guy? SRSLY.

Things are weird.

My number one rule of my blog -- write when something happens.

Nothing’s happened. Srsly. Nothing. Therefore, no posts. Sorry.

Anyway. Here’s the deal. I’m stuck. Stuck in Perth.

Hold up – let me start from the beginning. It’s not all bad.

So. I arrived in Perth at the God-awful hour of 8:20am. Yes, that means I left Adelaide before that time. 6:30am to be exactly. Anyway, doesn’t matter, it was too damn early.

George, Danny Lietz’s friend – good friend – came and picked me up, offering to house me for a few days or “however long I’d like.”

People in WA (that stands for Western Australia or…Wait Awhile) don’t do a whole lot. They enjoy their laid-back lives and pretty much keep it as it is. George and his wife Annette are no different. They deal with whatever life gives them (not much) and take it a day at a time…ladeda.

George drove me around Perth to check out the city and alllllll of its gloriousness. But, mind you, he talked the whole time. THE WHOLE TIME. Then started to call me Miranda after awhile. And no, I did not correct him. Why? Because he wouldn’t have listened anyway. He was talking to much, the only time he stopped was to breathe in – never out. No. His words were the breath out.

Dear God. How long could I do this for?!

Anyway. We got this his GORGEOUS home located right on the golf course. They used to live on the beach, but decided to downgrade to a smaller home so Annette wouldn’t have too much housework. Of course, they had to do this before I ventured over here. Guys. I could’ve been staying with a family who lived right on the ocean. And not done housework. Damnit.

Moving on. We had a couple of morning tea, sat outside and more talking was done. I would tell you what we talked about, but everything’s a blur. Everyday my ear is talked off (srsly, I glue it back on every night…the other night I had to sew it on because it was getting a bit gooey). I can’t keep up with the conversation. I don’t want to keep up with the conversation. So. I’ve become very good at smiling and nodding.

Anyway. I took a loooooong shower. And the best shower I’ve had in 3 months. I didn’t have to wear shoes. I got all the shampoo out of my hair. I wasn’t pelted to death by the lack of showerhead and the temperature stayed the same…all. the. way. through. the. shower. Afterwards, we went down to see the Indian Ocean (and it totally looked like…an ocean. *insert sarcasm here* Whoa). We went to a restaurant called Dome where they had coffee and cake and I had a lovely Squid Salad. Yes. Squid. Like calamari. I don’t want to hear it, people.

I hobbled around the shopping center (remember my hurt ankle? Yeah, it’s still hurt) and then we drove back, right past the Margaret River Chocolate Factory. Yes. We stopped inside. Yes. I ate chocolate. And yes, I did order ice cream.

Shut Up. I’m on holiday. And my pants hate me.

As we were driving back to the hizzy (house), we saw kangaroos just chillin on the golf course. Some were even boxing each other, it was PIMP. And I felt special that I got to get super close to some wild ’roos.

I like this picture because the 'roos are like:

Leftie--"Yo, what up Tom."

Middie--"What up. Get some golf in today?"

Leftie--"Nah, just graze around, takin it easy today."

Middie--"True. True."

Rightie--"Hey guys! What's going on?!? I made a hole in one today, woo! Awesome, eh??!!"

*Kangaroos exchange looks*

And then leftie gets in a boxing match with rightie and beat one another up over it.

We got back to the house where I was talked to some more. Note – talked TO. After enjoying a glass of red wine (Merlot. Blech), we ate an awesome chicken, pumpkin risotto Annette made. She’s an awesome cook. Awesome. I ate too much, again.

The next morning, Ashley, George and Annette’s daughter, came over and took me out to the city. We shopped – yay? Who wants to shop when you can buy anything cuz:

a. you’re broke and,

b. YOU. DON’T. HAVE. ROOM. HOW. MANY. TIMES. DO. I. HAVE. TO. TELL. YOU?!?!?!

It started to rain and our day was pretty much over. Ashley was really nice though and I hinted to her that I really want a night out – preferably alongside a cute Aussie boy. She’s gonna try to hook it up, no doubt. But I’m not holding my breath.

We came back to the house where Annette prepared some yummy fish and salad (no, no chips) and I ate again. Too much.

I also iced my ankle cuz, um, it was hurting from all the walking around shops. How pathetic. But it’s going down. I swear it!! My mom would be proud.

Ashley called out to be to come to the front yard since there were tons of ‘roos just chillin, enjoying the dusky weather. Just as soon as she said that, 3 teenyboppers (you’ll see) were on dirt bikes chasing the kangaroos. But that’s not the worst of it. They corner the ‘roos and then ram them with their bikes repeatedly into the fence until….they die.

WTF. So. Wrong! George hates them, so he sicked his two rottweilers on them and then flicked them off. He eventually called the police which they couldn’t do anything. Aussie laws here are GAY. Basically, you can get away with anything as long as you don’t get caught. And they won’t catch ya if you can run fast enough.

After a night of terrible joke telling, Ashley and her recently acquired husband, Shane, went home. Did I mention they live literally 5 minutes from G&A (yeah, they’re getting abbreviated)? I love you, Mom, but hellll no. I won't be living that close.

The good news is...I pass out at night. I guess the talking really makes me tired. Who would've thunk it!?

The next morning I was forced out of bed by George's BOOMING voice.

MARIAH! (At least he got it right)

I get ready and then A and I are off to meet up with a friend of hers for coffee. We stop at this shopping center about 5 minutes from the beach where we look at clothes that are....not my style. Nor my mom's style for that matter.

Yes. That bad.

Me at Dome, the coffeeshop.

We sit and have coffee and her friend, Elaine, shows up. She reminds me A LOT of my mom's best friend, Claire. Very kind and sweet, but has a lot of energy and is always laughing. I was "warned" about her by G&A that she's a little wacky, but ya know what?

A is the wacky one. She wouldn't shut the hell up. I'm wondering if this happens a lot. Maybe. Since George is such a talker, maybe A feels liberated when he's not around so she talks. And talks. And talks. Her friend Elaine got in about 2 words the whole conversation. And when we were leaving, A says, "Phew. Whenever I meet up with Elaine, I'm always so exhausted and thirsty."

HAHAH. W.A. people are INSANE!!

We do a few errands to get ready for the dinner party with G&A's kids. When we get back to the house, George has left to take care of some business. He's in the life insurance business. 'Nuff said.

After having a few hours of peace and quiet, A gets a phone call.

From who?

Liz. My pseudo Aunt. She's Danny Lietz's wife's daughter. I'll say that slower.

Danny Lietz.

His wife, Bette.

Had a couple of kids with a different bloke.

Liz. That's Bette's kid.

Got it?

Sweet. So, she's my half-step-Aunt. Or something. I don't know.

Anyway. I'm put on the phone with her and she's asking if I'd like to go out on Friday night with her son, Ben. Of course, I'm thinking heck yes! Opportunity to do something! However. This is were things got weird.

Or weirder.

Liz was having two conversations at once. One with me, convincing me that Ben would love to take me out to Fremantle and hang out!

The other conversation was with her son, convincing him he'd love to take me out with her girlfriend and another couple.

*screeeech*

Hold up.

So. I'm the fifth wheel? With a group of people who I don't even know? With a half-step-whatever-cousin who sounds like he's being tortured to take me out?

Nah. Gonna hafta pass on that one.

It was weird, ladies and gents. Really weird. And, honestly I reverted back to when I was 11 years old and my hairdresser forced her daughter to invite me over for a sleepover. It wasn't pretty. Eleven years old? Girls? Cliques? B.A.D.

Moving on. I felt weird, but of course I said that sounded nice, but I'd talk to G&A and see what they had in mind for the weekend. I am their guest. I can't be asking for them to drive me everywhere. Oh wait. I already have.

After that mess, the kids come over and we immediately dug into some food. Shepherd's Pie. Once my favorite meal. This night -- notsomuch.

We all sat around telling stories and actually enjoying each other's company. These daughters are a lot of fun and make me feel like I'm not the only one who thinks their parents are a little...parenty.

I did notice one thing. George. He was very quiet. A little too quiet. I had ventured into the computer room where I had started this blog. And I found it in the recycle bin.

Whoops. I think he read some of this. Uh-oh.

But all I can do is shrug it off and move forward. He hasn't said anything and, to be honest, he hasn't changed his habits. I think I'm allllllll right.

Anyway. George calls up Liz to let her know that I will have to decline the invitation to "kick it" with her son. Of course, she asks to speak to me, and as I'm walking away into the other room, I tell everyone...

"If I don't come back, it was very nice meeting you all..."

I got a chuckle. Score.

Basically, Liz told me that Friday night was the only night her son was free, so it turns out I missed an opportunity to be a 5th wheel. DAMNIT. Hahah. No, really, I'll be okay.

Ashley, G&A's daughter, invited me to go to the Casino with some of her friends, promising a young guy will be there. Unfortunately, she also invited another girl who's traveling around by herself from England. Damnit. There goes any possibility of finding a Perth boyfriend. I guess I'll go hunting throughout the Casino. Find myself a rich Aussie bloke.

Nah. Ain't gonna happen.

Anyway. Had a good night with the family. They said I fit right in and they seemed to take to me right away. Made me feel special.

Friday, which is today, G&A took me to this National Park that was....boring. It hasn't been raining much and therefore everything is reeeeeally dry. Like, crappy dry. So we stayed there for about 5 minutes and took off.

We went to the Jane Brook Winery where we indulged in some Shiraz and lunch -- a meat and cheese sample platter. Um. Delish.

That's Annette -- she didn't know I was taking the picture. I was trying to be...creative.

George, doing his best Asian impression. He isn't a fan of Asians. Or Aboriginals. Or People as a whole.

ALTHOUGH.

You knew a story was coming...

I need to use the facilities -- the bathroom -- and turns out the bathroom is pretty much an outhouse. Nice.

As I was about to wash my hands, I felt something in my hair, but didn't think much of it. As I put my hand to my hair, it was definitely something and it freaked me out. It was like a cross-bred spider and beetle and it was massive. Or at least felt like it was huge.

*shudders*

Needless to say, I ran so fast out of that bathroom that I forgot to zip up my fly. And I couldn't stop touching my hair for fear it had breeded on my head and now I had redheaded cross-breding spiderbeetles making their new home in my hair.

I don't like bugs. Not in the least.

After that, we went to a famous Italian place called Mondo Nougat. We just had a cup of coffee that was guaranteed to be the best in W.A.

Eh.

We came home and I took a bath and a nap. Wine makes ya tired, okay? Or maybe I was just that bored.

In all honesty, these people have been SO kind and SO nice. I haven't paid for much and they're treating me as if I was their own daughter. I feel special.

And in other news...I'm leaving here on Sunday to go down to Dunsborough to meet my G-Pa. Finally. I doubt I'll be staying there long, but who knows. DB (not douche bag, dunsborough) has a lot of staff positions available. I can definitely get a job if I like it. Otherwise...OFF TO QUEENSLAND. I hope.

Thanks for reading this. And if you did get to the bottom here, wtf do you do for a living that you can read this? Or did you read it in over a period of time? Otherwise. I love you. Do you love me?

Oh Adelaide.

My 10 1/2 hour train ride from Melbourne to Adelaide proved to be very....boring. But it's about the experience, right?

Nah. Last time I'll be doing that.

I got to the train station with 20 minutes to spare, which was NOT a good idea with my hurt ankle. I had to hobble quite a bit and it didn't feel pretty. As I approached my seat, I found a cute guy sitting next to me.

SCORE.

Turns out he was from Switzerland and had no interest in talking with me. Or maybe I didn't feel like talking. Who knows.

The train was...an experience. The crew loved to get on that damn intercom to let us know about the approaching town. It was rather annoying, but I understood that the other passengers were excited about it. Or some gay stuff.

Oh. Did I mention the other passengers were all retirees? Yup. I felt like I was back in Florida. There was one couple from the States -- never got a chance to ask them where abouts, but they were asking all the Adelaide natives where to go. Cute.

About an hour into the ride, I got up to find a "powerpoint" -- i.e. a plug. I found several in the cafe area, but I quickly discovered that my power outlet is completely shot. Due to the stress of using an adapter, it's become worn and tired. Looks like I'll have to be buying a new one.

Go. Me.

So, I retired back to my seat and watched the farmlands fly by me.

I did see Giraffes from a zoo.

And the Murray Bridge.

The end.

Finally, the train ride was over. I called up my friend Nellie, remember her? She was in Adelaide for a few days in between WWOOFing experiences. She actually was able to go to Kangaroo Island and WWOOF there, but she said she felt trapped and the head guy was really quite the jerk. I think she was there a few days too long though. But, thus is life.

We were going to try to meet up, but I got in at 6:30pm and her bus left at 8pm. With my sprained ankle and tons of luggage, there just was no way we could see each other. Le sigh. But we vouched that we will run into each other, even if our lives depend on it.

Okay. Not that severe.

I hopped a smoked-infested taxi to my WWOOF arrangements.

Cost me a grand total of $22.60. WTF. Thanks for the ride, host.

But after arriving to her beach bungalow, which literally is on the beach, I forgot the money pains.

She happened to be coming outside, so we met on the veranda. Ha! I just had to use that word. Okay, the porch.

Guys. I couldn't even get onto the sidewalk without her help. How pathetic. The weight of the bag and my sprained ankle was just too much to handle. If I had done it on my own, I would've fallen over for sure.

Damn. That would've been a really good picture tho.

She welcomed me inside and her boyfriend/husband/lover/pimp took me on a tour of the hizzy. They showed me the "tv lounge" I'd be staying in. The toilet that was literally a toilet in a room. The shower that's located next to the kitchen and in the laundry room. And that was all I was allowed to see.

I also met their Japanese exchange student. Her name is A-yeah or at least pronounced that way. They call her Princess Ahya. I guess because of Princess Leia. Whatever. It don't matter. I feel like I'm sleeping next door to the grudge *shivers* She barely speaks English and apparently cried for the first week of being here. She tried an olive and made some really strange noises. Needless to say, she didn't like it.

Anyway. We had a few beers on the porch, watching the sun SET. Yes. I said set. On the water.

HELLO WEST COAST.

What a magical thing. I've always seen the sunrise over the ocean, but no -- sunset. Hardly. And this was no different. It was a spectacular view. Something I will always have etched in my mind. Gorgeous.

Then we went inside, had some spicy curry vegetarian dish (which I enjoyed a lot) and watched a crap movie called Silver City. I don't know. I thought it sucked.

The best part of the evening was meeting her daughter Scarlett. This kid hates her mom. It's really sad. But she's also 15, so I think it's an age thing. But the kicker. Being it was Saturday night, the boyfriend of Miss Scarlett was spending the night. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??!?

My parents would NEVER let my b/f spend the night at the age of 15. That was insane. But hey -- we're in Australia. Rules don't apply, obviously.

The next morning I arose around 9am. Whoa. Late sleeper. Barbara, the WWOOF host, had just gotten back from taking a walk on the beach and decided to go for a swim. When she came back, she showed me the linen closet and asked me to re-arrange everything. Sweet.

Once I was done with that, I was to clean....

The Bathroom.

BASTARDS! How nasty! Of course, I did a really good job, or so I thought and she came behind me and pointed out the spots I should..."go over again."

Why don't you just give me a toothbrush and ask me to scrub the grout on my knees?!?!

She did.

After that fiasco, she asked me to dust her bedroom and sweep, mop the floors. As I was cleaned her room of luxury, I noticed a picture on the wall. It was of a naked woman in a downward dog pose with a little naked kid right underneath her. I'm guessin this is Barbara and her daughter. It was bizarre and I looked away immediately.

Freaks.

After that debacle, I took a shower and then contemplated the rest of my day. As I finished getting dressed, the PIMP daddy handed me a sudoku puzzle and told me to figure it out. Then left to go to the pub to get a beer.

Nice one. I, of course, took one look at the puzzle, finished one square then thought F this..I'm out. Hobble and all.

I hobbled myself up to the square where I found a ton of restaurants/bars waiting to feed me alcohol. I walked into one pub and quickly walked out. There was a live band (sweet), but it was filled with old people who were dressed like they were 17. One lady even had a wig -- a long blond wig -- and she had to be 70 years old. Frightening.

I went over to a place called Evida, which overlooked the ocean and got a nice glass of house Riesling. It was $3.90. Um. Yes, please.

I sat there for quite sometime thinking about the day's activities. There was a family next to me eating dinner who must've had a foreign exchange student living with them. I noticed the 10 year old daughter just hugging on her dad.

That didn't make me feel very good. It actually really broke my heart in more than one way. Not the time to go into it, but a tear was shed, for sure.

Moving on. I met this guy named Peter who offered to take me to some cool places in Adelaide. I figured, why the hell not, so we hopped in his car (after shaking hands to not murder one another) and before I knew it, we were in Glenelg -- a famous beach in Adelaide.

Glenelg's Old Townhall.

And by famous, I mean well-known or the beach to go to. We sat and had coffee on the ocean as we chatted about life's little mishaps. As we chatted, I noticed the sun was about to set again and of course, being the neurotic girl that I am, I asked if we could go watch it as it fell. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted to do so.

Spectacular or what?

Afterwards, we hobbled our way through the massive groups of people and went to see a great sight. The whole city of Adelaide.

How awesome, eh?

It was about 9pm at this time and I was starving. So we stopped at this truck stop to get some infamous meat pies.

EW.

I actually had a chicken pie, which was just like a chicken pot pie. And the factory that makes all of these, is attached to the restaurant. Couldn't get 'em any fresher. That was an experience to say the least.

He dropped me off at my WWOOF host's house and I found them finishing off that terrible movie. We hadn't finished it before because there was an awful noise coming from the television. Everyone went to bed and I tried to fall asleep with the light on.

Two things. Their cat was meowing it's head off from outside wanting in. So, of course I left her in and she just purred and purred rubbing herself against me.

Awwww. Made me miss my Charcoaly. Turns out in the morning, the hosts found half a dead mouse on the porch. She was trying to show them her prize. I told Barbara that she was meowing away last night and she thanked me for not letting her in. Whoops. Haha.

Second thing. There was a HUGE Huntsman spider on the ceiling that threatened to kill me while I slept. When I awoke in the morning, he was nowhere to be found.

Perfect. Just perfect.

This morning SUCKED worse than yesterday. Host lady had me sweep the front porch, the pathway to the backyard (which was FILLED with leaves), weed her garden, vacuum the floors, mop the floors, clean the kitchen cabinets and fridge and I was supposed to dust, but HA! I fooled her!

See. I can pretend to be happy.

As I was sweeping the pathway, listening to my ipod, rocking out, I looked up and found a MASSIVE spider just chillin.

And by looked up, I mean we were face to face. Eye to eyes. And I wasn't a happy camper. I stopped my job right there. They can clean up the rest, damnit.

After all of that, I literally did nothing. I sat in their hammock in the front of their house, watching the waves crash ferociously into the sand. It was crazy windy and quite the sight.

I took a shower and here I am now. Writing this blog. Took me awhile too. I had a lot to cover for such a boring, little town.

I leave hella early in the am. Hella early. 6:30am to be exact. I have to get another damn cab, which will be at the house at 5:15. The airport is literally right up the road, so that's nice. Other than that -- that sucks. I'll be calling my mom since I'll have nothing better to do in the airport.

Off to Perth, everybody. And to meet Danny Lietz's good friend, George. Before you know it, you'll be reading a post about me meeting my "Grandfather."

WTF.

Goodbye, my little Adelaide. I actually enjoyed this city. Everyone says it's boring, but I had a good time. Like they say -- it's all about the people you're with. Those hosts can bugger off.

Final Dayz in Melbourne...

After the Great Ocean Road, I came back to the hostel ready to rest my ankle. And that, I did.

The next morning, Beth and I went and had brekky at the hostel and I called around to a few doctors to see if I could get an appointment. Luckily, they had availability and I made one for the afternoon.

When I fell, which was in the Rainforest, I definitely heard a pop. And that never means a good thing. So I figured I'd calm my nerves and get it checked out. That's why I have travel insurance, right?

Right.

So. Beth went off to the pharmacy to get some aloe -- she burned herself crazy-like style on Thursday while at the beach. And I hobbled around the hostel trying to get situated for my move on to Adelaide (i.e. laundry).

I got a text message from the tour guide offering to drive me around Melbourne since he felt so bad about me hurting my ankle. Of course I said YES.

Then I questioned how much it would cost...

Luckily he was nice enough to just do it out of the kindness of his heart.

He picked me up and asked me if there was any place in particular I wanted to see before I left Melbourne and I really didn't have anything in mind. So, he made the decision for us and took me to his family's winery. It's about an hour outside of the city -- whether it's south, west, east or north, that I don't know. I lost my sense of direction when I hurt my ankle.

We arrived at Mount William Winery where we were greeted by some cute dogs.
Later on I played fetch with them and they were so enthusiastic. One dog even made an effort to BRING me the ball each time, none of this drop off a mile away thing.

The winery was a bit...dry.
And apparently, the bushfires started approximately 5km from the farm. Luck was in their favor since the winds were blowing a different direction...

But. I question how much truth is to his story since afterall he is a tour guide. If I was a tour guide, which I'm sincerely contemplating doing when I get back, I would made all that shit up. All the time. Each day I'd be a new character. Not lying.

Anyway. We sat around the pool and had some light (I'm used to a more full-bodied) Pinot Noir that was made right on the homeland. I felt pretty special.

Then we hopped on a 4-wheeler and drove the farm area.

As we were driving, I spotted a kangaroo hopping around the woods. It was SOOO awesome. Then we drove a bit more where we spotted probably about 30 of them hopping super fast and far in a heavily wooded area. I couldn't get any pictures, but it was one of the coolest sights EVER!

Sadly, things turned a bit because Mr. Tour Guide wasn't a friend anymore...he wanted to be a lover. I felt bad (man, how did the tables turn) for him being so kind I couldn't say no -- so a few kisses were shared, but I was just being polite. I guess.

Anyway. He got me back to the city within time to have my ankle checked out, which I hurt in the Rainforest (damn you flip-flops)!

The sports doctor said that I didn't sprain it too terribly bad. She wrapped my ankle, told me to ice it 20 minutes a day and gave me a few exercises to try making it more flexible.

Here's the thing. Srsly. Try this. Put your toe against the wall and bend your knee towards the wall. No problem, right? Now. I can get my knee about 5 inches from the wall. That's how bad it is. I'm supposed to keep working it until my knee can completely reach the wall.

Also. Calf raises. I can't even do one. Hurts too much.

Man. I got a long way to go!

Afterwards, I hobbled my way back to the hostel where I made myself the crappiest dinner EVER. Then Minelle called to tell me about a going away BBQ for some chick. Of course I said yes! Beth and I hopped a tram and met them at the Southern Cross Train station. Then we had to walk another 3km to get to the damn place. But it was worth the hobble.

The flat is located on the 8th floor, right on the river. It was spectacular. Great view of Melbourne. We drank some Goon and played drinking games. No. I didn't get drunk, thankyouverymuch. I knew I had an early morning and I wasn't about to do my hobble, heavy luggage shuffle with a hangover.

It was sad to leave Melbourne -- I really enjoyed the place! But I know I'll be back.

I just know it.

The. Freakin. Great. Ocean. Road.

Picture Blog -- words cannot describe the experience.

Okay. So maybe it can.

I'll explain as the pictures reveal the beauty of it all. Unfortunately, there are a lot of pictures that are in the memory bank now. Hard to capture everything. Geez.

The boardshorts of champions. Or just champions with large asses.

Welcome to Bells Beach. Right after Torquay, home of RipCurl and Quiksilver.
Yes. I said home. As in where it started.

I'm not certain, but I'm guessin he's pretty hot. He is a surfer, afterall.

Smiling on Bells Beach!

My camera rocks. Here's a bee -- doing it's job.

The other side of Bells Beach.

Next stop -- lighthouse.

Hey! It's me! In shadow form!

Look. How. Clear.

I love the signs here. They're hilarious. Ahhhhh!

I think I have an obsession with my feet. Wait -- there's more.

Smiling on Lorne Beach -- right before lunch. Everyone else went for a swim.

THE GREAT OCEAN ROAD -- SIGN!

Being silly.

Although. Don't forget when you're on the Great Ocean Road...this is how to drive.

Angry much?

Simon. He's feeding birds. And he's from England. And he's nice.

The bird posed for me!

Yes. We were that close. No zoom required.

Big ass pole house that can be rented for $375/night.

Cape Patton Lookout!

Pretty flowers.

Picnic tables in the rainforest part of the Great Ocean Road.

That's a big tree. And the last thing I took before...

I decided to sprain my ankle. Yes. The one on the left. Go. Me.

The only tracks on the beach come from Penguins. How cool.

How I hobbled around the amazing twelve apostles.

Haha. They only get better. It looks like the dad is pushing the kid off the cliffs.

The other side of the 12 Apostles.

We walked down to this beach to have dinner.

Sunset. Time to go...

We drove countryside -- much faster and less curves.

And. We got to see this.