Day 135 Great Ocean Road (The 12 Apostles and Pitted Olives)

Be afraid...be very afraid...pitted olives are not, I repeat not always pitted. As I drove well out along the Great Ocean Road from Melbourne I stopped at the local supermarket to buy these works of satan along with cheese and sundried tomatoes.

Then stopping to feast on the nearby beach I heard and felt a filling in my tooth go crunch...yes there was still a stone in one of the olives...dentist in the middle of nowhere please! Not to worry I was only an hour from the twelve apostles and I was not going to miss it for the world..........

What a fantastic place the 12 apostles is. There are actually only about nine of the apostles remaining standing as the others found the coastal location a bit erosive. Further along the coast is a stone arch whose middle collapsed whilst tourists were standing on it. They had to be helicoptered out!

Earlier in the day the drive out of the city was a bit daunting but I found closing my eyes helped. Soon enough I was out into the country and a lot more settled stopped at the famous surf mecca Bells beach. I can see why the waves were so consistently good.


Now it was never part of the plan nor a good idea to drive in the dark in Australia (think wildlife, think roadkill, think excess payment on hired car) but circumstances were I fly into the outback in a few days and my broken tooth would have to be sorted by then. The drive home was torturous (nine hours in all today) and how I cursed those olives cutting my road trip short. Still before it got too dark I enjoyed the fantastic farmland scenery for a while.