“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Day 287 – 15th February, Monday – Last day on the Great Ocean Road
Spent the morning stopping at various points along the last stretch of the Great Ocean Road; The now collapsed ‘London Bridge’, The Grotto and The Bay of Martyrs, before stocking up in Safeway’s in Warrnambool and driving North (inland) to Dunkeld at the southern edge of the Grampian Mountains National Park. Dunkeld is a tiny township with a campsite run by local volunteers and a number of small shops which only open a couple of days each week which was weird. The owner of the campsite lives on-site in an old bus and I think the place did funny things to Ants brain; For some reason he disappeared into the laundry-come-kitchen-come-tourist-brochure-exchange-room and brought back a copy of ‘OK’ magazine from last year which he then read cover to cover! (Something I’m sure those of you who know him would agree is a little shocking, but highly amusing at the same time). When I finally prized it away from him and had a flick through, the only 3 people I recognised were Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes and Madonna - I have definitely gotten old.