The Road to Nowhere

Myself, Mike, a Toyota Corolla and a few bottles of Merlot took to the road last week and have been exploring the Sapphire and Wilderness Coasts between Sydney and Melbourne. The scenery is stunning, very peaceful, backpacker-less (almost) and sporadically cold and wet. Brrrrrrr. The only small drawback is that Internet access costing less than a tank of petrol is a rarity, so this is going to be a short blog. So far we have:


§ swam with the French Rugby League Team in Wollongong,
§ pretended we were in Home and Away in Bateman’s Bay caravan park
§ failed to find a garden in Eden but went to the Whale Festival instead (still not too sure what it was all about but local radio assures us it was very well attended and the organisers are already planning the festivities for 2009)
§ heard an old dear called Dot Bruce somewhere on the outskirts of the Snowy River National Park, broadcasting everything from the London Philharmonic to Metallica with 30 secs silence between each track as she struggled to put on the next record
§ had bangers and mash washed down by pots of beer while losing money on the Melbourne Cup in Lakes Entrance
§ listened to John McCain conceding defeat while crossing the bridge into Phillip Island

Phew! Soon we’ll be in Melbourne where hopefully Aidan O’Brien will have left me a cheque for the money he owes me………