Michelle, or, as her T-shirt states - SuperWomanThe luggage problem was solved with multiple occy straps and the rest with sheer minded doggedness . I am always nervy riding around bigger cities because a) lots of traffic makes is unsettling in a strange place, and b) I don’t have any street directories for them and getting lost is easy. So Michelle and I wobbled off from my brother’s house on the 28th of January heading towards out first destination: Torquay.
One gearsac, one hiking bag, 1 sleeping bag, 1 sleeping mat, 2 backpacks, 4 occy straps, 3000 kms
I giggled at the amount of traffic heading in the opposite direction for the cricket, but this humour was short lived as I took a wrong turn and immediately found myself stuck in said traffic. I swore multiple times whilst sweating in high heat in the traffic.
One gearsac, one hiking bag, 1 sleeping bag, 1 sleeping mat, 2 backpacks, 4 occy straps, 3000 kms
A beach at Torquay (not Bell's)
Kleemo and I in our natural habitat performing an ancient meeting ritual
3-4 hours later we pull into Torquay stopping at Kleemo's humble abode, which we made the base of our operations for the Great Ocean Road. I was great catching up with old mate again and we got up to our usual tricks. We drank copious amounts of alcohol, played copious amounts of pool - I even won the first couple of games before Kleemo got his eye in (I lost the next million).
The intense concentration speaks volumes of the importance of this game
Kleemo surfed, I ran, and Michelle sun baked (literally). In between doing all this we feasted at Australia's best Coffee Club and scoffed amazing amounts of Gelato. Only once did I mention I'm friends with Layne Beachley's sister.
Also, what is a trip to visit Kleemo if you don't get to see your name written in pee!
Welcome to Australia!
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