The Great Ocean Road in Australia
We pick up the car 500 meters away, in a Chinatown parking lot that the hotel has a deal with, then it’s off with a *vroom vroom* while listening to a podcast about the victim of a compulsive mythomaniac—who also happens to be her husband—leading a completely compartmentalized double life. Later, he discovers, after contacting his alter-ego from this parallel universe, that he was actually living a *third* life... and maybe even more? We arrive in Torquay, where we stretch our legs along the Koorie Cultural Walk with a view of Bells Beach...



It’s here, just outside Lorne, that the Great Ocean Road officially begins...

We arrive at our apartment, which is pretty nice—Dom and I are really particular about the quality of our terraces. I’ve never really talked about the practical quirks of daily life in Australia. For example, I could tell you that *every single* power outlet we used on this trip had a switch to turn it on or off. No exceptions, ever! Why? They must find it useful, but for us, it’s a total mystery... And of course, their power outlets require an adapter. Just one of many little peculiarities.
Another odd observation: *every* toilet, even the most remote ones hidden deep in the bush, always had a roll of toilet paper available. No shortages here!
And then we’re greeted by a big family of cute sparrows...

We spent a long time enjoying their pool before heading out for a walk—all the way to Erskine Falls, about ten kilometers away...











It’s early enough that we have the place to ourselves. The spot is magical. Birds are chirping from all directions—a symphony we mostly can’t identify. Since Sydney, the superb fairy-wrens (that’s their real name, I’m not making it up) have been playing hard to catch with my camera. They’re so fast, constantly moving, that my Sony’s autofocus speed makes my photos unusable. I had some luck in Tasmania, but today there’s an abundance of them. Shooting on the fly sometimes gives nice results!












































In the surrounding forest of the Cape, especially in the Melba Gully reserve, there are still koalas…











Then comes the masterpiece of the GOR, the Twelve Apostles…




























































We arrive in Portland, the end of the Great Ocean Road.
We’ve got an amazing apartment, right on the ocean! Pure perfection! !



















Anyway… Cape Bridgewater is known for its seal colony. But the view isn’t free! There’s nearly 6 kilometers of uphill through the heath… Yeah, but there are seals… So?














Of course, there are snakes, but the most annoying of all—really a pain—are the flies. Maybe we’ve beaten the record previously held by the Pinnacles Desert! It’s horrendous!










































