One Hundred and Three Days Later...

Yes that’s right, it had been exactly 103 days since my last blog post. Am I an insult to the blogger world?!

I decided to return to the blogger world after I read a book (which I refuse to name and publicise because one of the authors was a complete moron (I do not use that word likely)) which was made up party of blog extracts. In the book, one of the author’s (father of the moron) wrote that he often found writing his blog a chore and that on his road trip across the world, writing his blog was taking too much time away from actually living the trip. I guess that’s where I was 103 days ago- ‘living my trip’ down under. But now I’m simply ‘living’ and there is substantially less ‘trip’ about the whole thing (for the time being anyway). So I have no excuse to neglect my blog any longer.

As I’ve mentioned before, but shamefully never learnt from this, it is much harder to write with excitement and emotion after time has passed from events. So telling you about my trip to Wilson’s Prom will unfortunately not do it justice, but I will try: Wilson’s Prom is similar in some ways to the Great Ocean Road with it’s winding coastal roads, phenomenal sea views and exclusive- to-Australia wildlife. However, the 30 minutes on Squeaky Beach wins hands-down over the two days we adventured along the Great Ocean Road.

Wilson’s Prom is an amazing national park, unfortunately hugely affected by bush fires, but recovering and still stunning. The road snakes down to a peninsular through rainforests and along dramatic cliffs and white-sand beaches. Squeaky beach is a cute little cove of white sand that as the name suggests, squeaks as you walk on it and during low season, Adam and I were the only ones there. I have never seen white sand before and I was surprised how bright it was. I don’t know how to do this justice trough words, but standing on this beach was amazing. I have no idea why I was so excited to be on this beach, but wherever the excitement came from, I loved every minute of it! Running and jumping over the trickling stream, we squeezed around boulders and bedded our footprints in the flawless white sand. It sort of felt like no one had been here for years- down a little, twisting path and across a plank bridge. I’m sure it is busy during high season, but lucky for us we were alone. Soaking up the sounds of the open seas.

Wilson’s Prom was a while ago now, and wasn’t the last time that we hired a car. We have also been to Dalesford and the goldmines in Sovereign Hill. We shivered at the penguin parade on Phillip Island. Oh, and we have just returned from Thailand!