Australian day, giorno della festa di non si sa cosa, non c’e’ un solo australiano che sia in grado di dire cosa esattamente si festeggi oggi…
Il sabato ripartiamo da una Apollo Bay nuvolosa, dove abbandono la mia ora di noleggio tavola pagata, ma nemmeno l’istinto del surf riesce a calmare i my cramps, so 'but I'm going to make gasoline, Annie buys me at least those of tablets to calm, then he starts again.
We're back on the Great Ocean Road, crossing the park now that it draws the highest point 'below, then when we return from the sea begins the ascent to the north. Today is' different, we are not as lucky as the day before, the sky and 'half cloudy and there is' strong wind, and it' also good at paesaggististico, creates amazing waves, but it 'a torture for the my belly and forces us to keep the roof mounted, removing part of the beauty of the trip beetle. We take the 12 Apostles, Loch and Gorge, the Arch and the London bridge, more '527 other beaches that deserve equal consideration, then lunch at Port Campbell and once over the road on the coast, we decided not to go to Warrnambool to the project, but to turn inland and start looking for the less windy return. Between corn and cows going back to Colac where we had decided to stop, but the city 'is so depressing that we run, before we try again a bit' of refreshment on the banks of the lake but when we get there we find it completely dried up and the level of vegetation suggests that it is not 'recent success of the company ...' to Boating without water merits a photo, but there ' already 'is watching the people who hurt and I do not look at the case of strut.
The city 'after not improve much, and then pull up to Geelong, where we arrived around 7, hostels and motels are beginning to call for and continue to be told that' fully booked (the Australian Day is the last holiday before Easter then all Australians are around), when the phone tells us that a pub has put in a dormitory for 20 each, or a double room for 50, we accept it immediately, and of course 'the place more' ugly in the world . The room of 2 meters by 3 meters, has a bunk bed and a stool, the beds are still with the sheets of the past who have stayed (or are them dead at your choice), and the woman who shows us the room began to take off while blabbering something unintelligible, then we read 'the clean sheets (much to the good) and because we lacked a pillow into the room to someone else and steals from a bed ... great!
The night really 'too good to sleep and the next day rested and are ready to restart, a breakfast in downtown in one of the few places open and latch half an hour in the library to consult maps and decide iteninerari, we decide pull straight up to Shepparton, about 2 hours north of Melbourne, this is' the place where Annie has sent a few days ago Efrem and then decreased following the wines and foods. We get the
Sunday afternoon with an incredibly hot during the journey on the highway a rubber holes is changed in less than 5 minutes, but in that short amount of time you honk at 170, because '? A mystery ...
Shepparton we are in a hotel room for 90 soldiers, most places 'are all taken from cheap backpackers looking for work, but cmq to sleep in a dorm right there' will. Our hotel has a swimming pool and once I contacted Ephraim apprafittiamo instantly; him, even if on purpose, it is up to two numbers away on the same road, then get in 30 seconds.
the evening we go out in search of real life in the country, but 'off with the closure the supermarket, by far the place with more 'people. We take refuge at home in front of our super TV, it seems to me that without the valves a concentration of advanced technology, at 11 there spegnamo, Efrem promises to return at 8 am for the official greetings and so 'the lights go out. As promised on Monday morning from
Efrem knocks at our door in time for breakfast, spend a couple of hours together and then at about 10 hugs and kisses, we should not be more 'to see for a while.
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