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The Returd Highway - from Retirement to Oblivion (possibly via incontinence and dribbling or both). We walked 1000 km of it last year on the Bibbulmun Track, but to discover more of the true Oz, we needed wheels (four) and a bed. We just got them. We plan to just take off and make for significant points - how we get there is a matter for chance and circumstance. So hold on to your hats and anything else that might blow off, we'll keep you posted on our voyage of discovery.

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Tapas in Apollo Bay - Ole!

We did the tour of what’s interesting in Apollo Bay today which meant we had to go elsewhere. Lots of winding roads through mountains and rainforest – all quite interesting – and we stopped at Kennett’s River to play “Spot the Koala”. This is where you drive up a dirt road for a few kilometres, stop the car almost arbitrarily, get out and then crane your neck skywards in the hope of observing our native fauna in the wild – there actually were a number of them doing nothing much up gum trees- swaying mostly, in the fresh southerly breezes - but you have to get your eye in to see them. Maurs also reacquainted herself with fungi and couldn’t resist taking a few shots of the Victorian cousins (shades of the Bibbulmun).
                                                     The first fungi shot of the tour!
You see bumper stickers with a map of Australia and the text “F@#& Off - We’re Full!” as a reaction to boat people entering the country illegally but in Victoria it’s more like “F@#& Off - We’re Closed!” Everywhere we went today we encountered the inevitable “Closed” sign – breweries, berry farms, wineries, olive farms...all remote and all closed. It seems like these astute business people are only open for summer and Victoria wasn’t blessed with one this year, so like funnel web spiders they kept their traps shut and allowed their prey to pass by. We eventually found food in Lorne and then we zigzagged along the coast road from Lorne back to “The Bay” – it was a wild ocean indeed to the starboard side as we ventured back - no summer today either.
                                                         Just one of a string of  closed signs
It’s our last night on the road for a while so we thought we would try a little Tapas Bar that we noticed the day before, called “Chill”. We fronted up – there was only one other couple there – and we settled in to a really good glass of Sangria – we ordered a few tapas, which was lucky as the place then erupted with an invasion of older people whom we suspect were too well dressed to be caravaners but who might have been on a bus tour of some sort. Unfortunately there was no concept of tapas amongst them and all had to be explained. They ordered one bottle of wine among eight and somehow it lasted the meal (most unlike any eight of our friends at one sitting!) The Chill Bar did good business tonight and rightly so; the food was excellent and the service great. Ole!

Onwards to Melbourne.

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