To the sea

Now we start the serious stuff

 

 

 

to..

 

And the image equivalents of pararhymes...doesn't this end in ....King?

Being teased, not a whisker of a Joey in sight...

And for some reason P retained a constant mental block about these...Enchiladas

 

And the Great Ocean Road in the grey

 

 

 

 

 

Until we arrive at another vintage joint in Apollo Bay

 

 

A warm evening permits spag bol, red wine and cigar..the only thing missing really is a tent and mo...oh no there it is on the leg....mossie bite rising!

Apollo Bay in the morning and the question has to be asked..Are there sharks in there?

The road takes you away from the Ocean into Otway Park

And our destination looms up..The 12 Apostles...and before you count there dotted about

And this bay where nobody is meant to swim....

Followed by more impressive rock formations

Onto Port Campbell our next stay which included a swim.....but first a quick check

- Are you sure there are no sharks

Limbs still in tact, fish and chips and  - a night trip to the Bay of Islands...where P gets chatted up by a local farmer's wife with the equivalent opening phrase

- Nobody's knows the trouble Oi've seen.

I took pictures.