Tuesday 10th October, 2006

This morning’s run took place on the hillside to the right of this picture (and that arse).
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Around the other side of this picturesque bay is a viewing platform which takes in this sensational sight.

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To the side of that platform is a short track which winds it’s way lower down the hill to a second viewing area. It’s only just over 4km all up,but well rewarded.

This morning would see us take in the last remaining sights of the Great Ocean Road.


The Arch

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And finally, The Grotto.
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We briefly stopped off at Warnambool.
I thought this was the town where they had found giant canons off old Portugese sailing ships in the sand dunes,but the shifting sands buried the canons again and no one could identify where they were found-AND-if they did indeed come from Portugese ships it would blow the whole Captain Cook thing out of the water.

Well.I couldn’t find no stinking sand dunes.

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8.00pm
We are just out of Adelaide in a town called Gawler.
Adelaide looks like such a pretty city, I’m sorry that we aren’t spending time here.

As we eventually made our way out of the city, Driver Dick suggested we bunk at Gawler-which was met with a collective-“where?”
He then informed us that it was a popular ‘hamlet’ visited by tourists.

A HAMLET.

Why are there amber coloured street lights in Adelaide? It’s very confusing and every now and then I’d snap my head up and involuntarily punch Driver Dick in the arm and say ‘whoah! Stop!” because I thought they were traffic lights.

This annoyed him so much that I got banished to the back seat.

I hate that.
I can’t control the music from there.

Hamlet indeed.

If there is an Indian version of Basil Fawlty,then he resides in Gawley.
I’m still trying to understand why,in a “compound” of over 100 rooms,of which only about 5 are occupied, he gave me the room with the toilet that has pipes that squeak after it’s flushed

And why isn’t there even a box of tissues in here?

And oh look,a baby cockroach is crawling up the bed.

(brief interlude for screams and hitting the bed with the kettle to see if anything else crawls out)

The final straw was the telly that had NO reception .I demanded a new room and then he got snotty because when I was hitting the bed with the kettle,I threw the towels on the floor,so that meant that he would now have to have the room cleaned.
Gee,that would make it 2 whole times that this room has been opened since 1954

Hamlet my arse!!

(Adelaide still looks like a nice city though)

Next stop-aiming for Ceduna
Song of the Day- Dreaming-Blondie