After picking up our rented car, we bid Melbourne arrivederci and embarked on a 6-hour drive to Port Campbell to see the famous 12 Apostles. The early part of the journey was fog-ridden and the visibility a mere 50 metre but the scenery was magical and I stared out at the forest blanketed by the mist - lost in my thoughts about Italia and how everything paled in comparison. Si, sono pazza ma Italia mi mancha tanto, anche se sono in vacanza in Australia!
I missed the rolling hills of Toscana landscape, the rugged cliffs of Cinque Terre, the lush hills of Casa Lanzarotti, the earthiness of Puglia and breathtaking beauty of Sicilia. Devo tornare presto altrimenti saro essere pazzissima... Anyway the fog cleared as we neared the coastal towns Geelong and surfing capital Torquay where stopped for a spot of surfwear shopping and brekkie (served by 2 Aussie hunks - hell, about time!).
On the long Great Ocean Road, we were greeted by wonderful vistas of the dramatic coastal line around each curving bend dotted with designer vacation superhomes, wild koala bears coodling in the trees and farm animals grazing on stretches of green fields. According to the travel brochure, the ocean road approaching its 75th anniversary was the world's biggest war memorial; handbuilt by returned WWI soldiers in honour of their fallen comrades. Ha, bet you didn't know that.
Just then, I was about to burst from a full bladder and luckily we found a freezing public toilet in a car park soon enough! By 4pm, we finally rolled into Port Campbell Park where we followed the tourist path to see the 12 Eroded Stones (my nickname for the Apostles). The sun was in our face and the light too glaring to take any decent postcard pictures but hey, we tried our best.
As the sun set, the temperature dipped to 4 deg C and I felt like we were trapped in a horror film where vapour streamed with every word mouthed. The South Ocean villa was tres chic - compact yet full of character - ripped out of the pages of Vogue Living. That night, we savoured the Melbourne appetisers and popped the sparkling Shiraz while I cooked a comforting macaroni soup with chicken and vegetables to sooth our weary tastebuds.
After picking up our rented car, we bid Melbourne arrivederci and embarked on a 6-hour drive to Port Campbell to see the famous 12 Apostles. The early part of the journey was fog-ridden and the visibility a mere 50 metre but the scenery was magical and I stared out at the forest blanketed by the mist - lost in my thoughts about Italia and how everything paled in comparison. Si, sono pazza ma Italia mi mancha tanto, anche se sono in vacanza in Australia! 
I missed the rolling hills of Toscana landscape, the rugged cliffs of Cinque Terre, the lush hills of Casa Lanzarotti, the earthiness of Puglia and breathtaking beauty of Sicilia. Devo tornare presto altrimenti saro essere pazzissima... Anyway the fog cleared as we neared the coastal towns Geelong and surfing capital Torquay where stopped for a spot of surfwear shopping and brekkie (served by 2 Aussie hunks - hell, about time!). 
On the long Great Ocean Road, we were greeted by wonderful vistas of the dramatic coastal line around each curving bend dotted with designer vacation superhomes, wild koala bears coodling in the trees and farm animals grazing on stretches of green fields. According to the travel brochure, the ocean road approaching its 75th anniversary was the world's biggest war memorial; handbuilt by returned WWI soldiers in honour of their fallen comrades. Ha, bet you didn't know that.
Just then, I was about to burst from a full bladder and luckily we found a freezing public toilet in a car park soon enough! By 4pm, we finally rolled into Port Campbell Park where we followed the tourist path to see the 12 Eroded Stones (my nickname for the Apostles). The sun was in our face and the light too glaring to take any decent postcard pictures but hey, we tried our best. 
As the sun set, the temperature dipped to 4 deg C and I felt like we were trapped in a horror film where vapour streamed with every word mouthed. The South Ocean villa was tres chic - compact yet full of character - ripped out of the pages of Vogue Living. That night, we savoured the Melbourne appetisers and popped the sparkling Shiraz while I cooked a comforting macaroni soup with chicken and vegetables to sooth our weary tastebuds.
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