Apollo Bay isn't all that interesting apart from its lovely beach, so leaving it behind and looking for new pastures wasn't at all difficult.
Today's destination was Port Fairy, famous for a huge Folk Festival which I'd have to leave out like so many other things because we were simply running out of time.
We left Apollo Bay rather late, as we stumbled over a guy who stayed at the same hostel and whom I had engaged in a conversation; we started on the weather (predictably, as it had started raining again and we wanted to do a bit of hiking under way) , but soon we turned to discuss price gouging between oil companies, Australian policy over the last 120 years, the treatment of Aboriginal people to the day, right to how many organisations were infiltrated by Nazis after WWII and how Fascism shows up in so many unexpected places.
I just had to introduce him to Dick's music and point him to the web site and forum. Perhaps I'm going to 'see' him again. He was spot on in his opinions and it was a pleasure to have met him.
Though I just realised that I don't even know his name......how embarrassing.....
Being finally on the road again we headed for Mait's Rest first, a small remnant of the pristine rainforests that had once covered the whole area. They still prosper in small gullies with enough water and protection from the warm winds soaring over the grasslands.
Today's destination was Port Fairy, famous for a huge Folk Festival which I'd have to leave out like so many other things because we were simply running out of time.
We left Apollo Bay rather late, as we stumbled over a guy who stayed at the same hostel and whom I had engaged in a conversation; we started on the weather (predictably, as it had started raining again and we wanted to do a bit of hiking under way) , but soon we turned to discuss price gouging between oil companies, Australian policy over the last 120 years, the treatment of Aboriginal people to the day, right to how many organisations were infiltrated by Nazis after WWII and how Fascism shows up in so many unexpected places.
I just had to introduce him to Dick's music and point him to the web site and forum. Perhaps I'm going to 'see' him again. He was spot on in his opinions and it was a pleasure to have met him.
Though I just realised that I don't even know his name......how embarrassing.....
Being finally on the road again we headed for Mait's Rest first, a small remnant of the pristine rainforests that had once covered the whole area. They still prosper in small gullies with enough water and protection from the warm winds soaring over the grasslands.
Highly impressing trees, giant Myrtle beeches, fern trees, epiphytes hanging from the branches of moss-covered, gnarled trees. you could hear water trickling and small birds singing as you walked past these huge trunks and was only when we had almost gone past a long 'wall' that we realised that it was actually a tree trunk, at least 50m long and 2m thick, which had fallen over!
The next highlight were sure enough the "Twelve Apostles". We almost feared that we had passed them already as there were no signs anymore and the road was turning inlands again, but sure enough we hadn't. Here they were; and the fact that we had to share them with hundreds of other viewers didn't diminish the spectacular view a bit. It was very windy, though sunny again and you had to make sure that you or your hat weren't flying over the brim of the cliff.
When we finally reached Port Fairy it was already too late to do much exploring, but we had a walk around town (cute) and along the Moyne River (very picturesque with all the boats) and headed for the 'Royal Oak' for dinner. This time it was some seriously good sea food.
Our hostel was as nice as you could wish for; we sleeped in the "Haystack", right under the roof in a cosy room with white-painted rough walls and white beams over our heads. There were several small buildings connected, each named and together forming a kind of rural farmstead. Again many magpies living there which greated us with this strange hollering sound similar to a turkey, only much more melodic.
Here I could spend weeks.....
The next highlight were sure enough the "Twelve Apostles". We almost feared that we had passed them already as there were no signs anymore and the road was turning inlands again, but sure enough we hadn't. Here they were; and the fact that we had to share them with hundreds of other viewers didn't diminish the spectacular view a bit. It was very windy, though sunny again and you had to make sure that you or your hat weren't flying over the brim of the cliff.When we finally reached Port Fairy it was already too late to do much exploring, but we had a walk around town (cute) and along the Moyne River (very picturesque with all the boats) and headed for the 'Royal Oak' for dinner. This time it was some seriously good sea food.
Our hostel was as nice as you could wish for; we sleeped in the "Haystack", right under the roof in a cosy room with white-painted rough walls and white beams over our heads. There were several small buildings connected, each named and together forming a kind of rural farmstead. Again many magpies living there which greated us with this strange hollering sound similar to a turkey, only much more melodic.Here I could spend weeks.....
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