Victor Harbor, Average Age 104

Victor Harbor, Average Age 104
Victor Harbor, Australia

Victor Harbor, Australia


We had several extra days in South Australia this time. I wasn’t sure quite what to do when planning the trip, but I’d never been to the Fleuriue Peninsula since we’d lived in Adelaide many, many years ago. Victor Harbor seemed the largest town of the lot, so I booked three nights there.

It was a sleepy town full of retired couples that looked like it lived two lives, one in summer and one out of season. I was happy for the easy nature of the town in Spring. Nice weather, but without the crowds.

We took the tram and horse to Granite Island on the first day, took a good hour walk around the island, clambered over rocks and ate our rolls. It was a leisurely few days that followed. Bit of a look around the Whale centre (tried some whale watching, no luck but they were out and about most days) and even went swimming with the weather hitting a rather balmy 23c. Absolutely freezing, but that didn’t stop Rosa. She stayed in an hour or so.

I could imagine the forshore swarming with kids in January here. There’s three huge pubs, but on a Tuesday night there was only a hanful of drinkers in them – although one still had security. The drive in bottle shop had a special ramp and entrance for motorised buggies. There was almost no graffiti in the town either – and every restaurant had pensioner nights. The Thai restaurant must have had it on a Tuesday, it was full. The Indian next door was almost empty. Even the surf shops had their music at respectable levels.

Kangaroo Island seemed another good alternative on the penninsula – but not at $180 per car and $90 per person for a 45 minute ferry ride. We had to make do with the photos of happy families walking through sunbaking seals along the beach. Looks great.


Groundhog Day via Hahndorf

Groundhog Day via Hahndorf
Hahndorf, Australia

Hahndorf, Australia


We booked a night in Hahndorf, mainly so Josefa could visit the Hahndorf Candle Store and buy one of those expensive German Pyramids or Schwibbogen decorations. Still not sure what she bought except we left the shop before she bought it, and she wouldn’t tell us how much it cost.

Hahndorf is the cultural (commercial?) heart of the German immigration experience in South Australia. They’ve left a decent mark, surviving Anglicization, planting vines and berry stores and brewing local beer.

A German guy working at a video production company we use told me Hahndorf was a like a “slap in the face” when he visited. I take that to mean it is German kitsch. Anyway, despite the cuckoo clock shops, I’ve always liked it, especially during the week when it’s not so busy.

We took a quick look up and down the shops, headed to the playground and then debated about dinner. I liked the look of the German pubs, Richard prefered the all you can eat buffet. We went for the all you can eat in the end, happy that it was “Chewsday” and the kids didn’t end up paying at all. Ate a lot, but that didn’t stop us buying a few donut pretzels at the German bakery.

Who knows what happens if we eventually get to Munich, between the Playmobil, the euro games, the marionettes and the German Christmas gifts AND the bakeries, we’d have to take out a second mortgage.

We also managed to visit BOTH the Melba Chocolate Factory (best chocolate frogs ever and, for the price, awesome chocolate) and the Giant Rocking Horse for the second time. Aidan was scared of the peacocks and we had a laugh at Rosa trying to outrun the alpacas with her feeding bucket.

Richard left us at Hahndorf and the four of us headed down to Victor Harbor.


All Aboard the Eccentric Express

All Aboard the Eccentric Express
Tanunda, Australia

Tanunda, Australia


Back to the Barossa and back to ConCentric for the second year in a row. Josefa wanted a holiday, the kids were off school, and there were games to play. This time Aidan came with us. Other than that, apart from a far quicker trip over and Richard deciding to take the plane, it felt like a carbon copy of our last visit.

Nothing had changed at the Barossa Valley Junction Motel, that’s for sure. Everything looked the same. The carriages were a little older, the grass a bit longer, but the staff, the paintings for sale on the wall, the lame kid’s carriage, the smell of sulfur, the gaming hall…it’s as if they’d closed the place down for a year and waited for us to return.

We got upgraded to a much better “carriage”. An extra room, two televisions, a mattress that didn’t curl at the edges. The kids thought it was great.

Can’t begin to tell you how eccentric this place is. Half the time the lobby is empty. Not sure how tempting this is with the wine bar, the souvenirs and the lolly shop left completely unattended (we waited for ten minutes to pay for lolly cigarettes) for shifty fingers. Anyway, the owner didn’t even put our drinks or $2 for the pool table on a tab, relying on us to pay when we had the money on us. Which, funnily enough, we did.

It was a good three days of gaming, interspersed with babysitting the kids. I took them to the Tunanda swimming pool and when Jo and I went out each day to Maggie Beer Farm or the local playgrounds as well. Beautiful weather, and the gaming room was windowless and dark, so good to get out.

By the end the place seemed deserted apart from the gaming stragglers, so not so much of a problem letting Aidan run around the place.

While the games were just a sideshow, I must say I enjoyed the ever slightly decrepit eccentricness of the Junction Motel more this year. Must be because we skipped the pricey dinners and went out to Tunanda or Nurriootpa instead. Unsure if we can make it three years in a row, and the Barossa isn’t really a kids paradise, but it’s a relaxing long weekend.


Easter eggs with the seals and dolphins

Easter eggs with the seals and dolphins
Rosebud, Australia

Rosebud, Australia


Josefa bought me a gift certificate to swim with the dolphins and seals off Sorrento for my birthday. With the cruises finishing in April I took the chance over the Easter long weekend to head down to Rosebud with the family to go swimming with Flipper.

It’s been several years since I’ve been to the Mornington Penninsula. Great place, but the family always went to Phillip Island when I was younger, and now we live so close to the beach ourselves there isn’t any great reason to head down there (even if it is just 90 minutes away).

I love Sorrento and Portsea – but then again, who doesn’t? All luxury beach houses and good cafes and pine trees. Some great surf beaches too for body boarding.

We couldn’t afford the $1500 a weekend houses left in Sorrento, so settled for family friendly Rosebud. This is really for holiday makers who pitch the tent for two weeks on the foreshore. There’s not really a lot more there for holidaymakers. The penninsula gets a lot more interesting the further west you travel towards Portsea.

Spent Good Friday at Sorrento back beach with the waves hitting us pretty hard. They were breaking so close to shore I didn’t dare get the board out. Instead I held Aidan and Rosa and I raced each other in and out of the waves. Rosa got knocked down once and another wave came right over the top of her. A year ago she’d have been in tears, but she braved it out and kept going. We all wore wet suits this time. The water was pretty cold.

Saturday was dolphin swimming time. I went by myself, but there was at least thirty fellow snorkellors with me. Too busy – I didn’t really think about how busy the beach gets around Easter. We spent the first ninety minutes chasing the poor dolphin pods around as the first ten swimmers got ready, dove in, got out again really quickly…and that was it! Two minutes with the dolphins.

I was really lucky as on my turn two of the dolphins broke off from their pod and swam underneath me for a minute before shooting off. Everyone was oohing and aahing when the first dolphins broke the water. Only dolphins do this. And whales. Then we realised Port Phillip Bay is full of them, and we got used to seeing the pods shooting across towards Queenscliff and put our cameras back in the bags.

Much more fun was the seals, stinky though they were. They were friendly, swimming underneath and around all of us snorkellers. You could have given them a scratch under then chin, but as they showed when they gave each other slaps and bites, probably not a good idea.

Lot of Chinese and Indian students on board, many with questionable swimming skills. Fairly rough and fast tide out there, so many felt more comfortable holding on to the safety bouys tied to the boat. One girl panicked and wouldn’t let go of the boat. It was a bit of shock jumping into the water at first. You can’t see the bottom, the water was cold and it was so easy to drift away from the boat.

In the end, it was really cool to swim with the seals and fish – must head up to Queensland to the Barrier Reef as soon as I can.

The weather turned on Sunday, so we did the Penninsula thing and went to the fun fair at Rye that I’m sure I went to twenty five years ago. I remember seeing Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back at the cinema in Rosebud – the first time I was allowed to go without the parents. Good memories of Morington, continued on with a relaxing Easter.


Australia Day, Oi, Oi, Oi

Australia Day, Oi, Oi, Oi
Swan Hill, Australia

Swan Hill, Australia


We hadn’t really learned from the Blackwood fiasco – still trying to book in at the last minute for a few days rest in the middle of summer. This time we wanted to make sure there was a swimming pool, at least, and definitely no caravan.

This left exactly two caravan parks with vacancies in the entire state – Echuca or Swan Hill. And there’s a reason for that. If you’ve ever been up to the border in summer, especially such a stinking hot summer at this one, the chance you’re going to have every day over 40 is remarkably high.

Anyway, Swan Hill got the nod on account of having bright, large water features on the website. A bucket deposited large amounts of water on little kids, which was enough to send Rosa and Aidan into spasms of excitement.

At least we’d got the air conditioning fixed, which made the four hour trip up largely enjoyable.

The caravan park was full, but we were happy with our deluxe cabin. The kids were in the pool (far too small) quick smart and I was happy to see the weather forecast over the Australia Day weekend set for a relatively coolish (for Swan Hill) 30 – 32.

We divided our time between Aidan complaining the pool was too cold and Rosa then wanting to go into the pool at night, to going into Swan Hill. Went to the Pioneer Settlement. Won $20 bet with Josefa that we’d been there before (we had, eleven years before – I had the photo at home to prove it). Not a bad place, less busy than Sovereign Hill in Ballarat, got to ride in the horse buggy and T-Ford, went down the Murray on a slow moving paddle steamer, spent a long time patting a goat.

The most pleasant time along the Murray is at dusk, when the cockatoos fly from the riverbank to the forests right over the caravan park, the sun sets slowly, the heat cools the sandy roads past the cabin and you can enjoy a BBQ and cider on the verandah. We did that three or four nights in a row before walking along the Murray River watching the Indians playing cricket in the park (Rosa asked for a bat) and the swans drift aimlessley with the current.

A nice long Australia Day weekend, even with half the caravan park carrying Carlton Draught stubbies around for the entire day, the painted faces and the flags on the cars giving Josefa some ammunition about Australian patriotism. Swan Hill is for a very particular Australian, typically those who own 4WDs and speed boats and like to spend the holidays drinking and water skiiing.


35 in the shade

35 in the shade
Blackwood, Australia

Blackwood, Australia


Blackwood Caravan Park in the middle of summer. That’s where you end up when you rob a bank with a screwdriver and are running away with $20 from the law. Or when you try to book in for a few days away during the January holidays. We thought we’d got a cancellation in Ocean Grove for a steal, but that was way too good to be true. So thanks for a friend’s spare caravan and a few empty caravan lots we headed up near Kyneton to the Blackwood Mineral Springs Caravan Park.

The first day was fine, besides a severe lack of things to do in the caravan park. However the night’s sleep was very rough. The caravan lurched dangerously when you rolled over in bed, the kids were covered in insect bites and a group of kids sat behind us near a dead fire talking into the wee hours.

The next day was a furnace. I mean the type of heat you usually feel opening the oven to check the roast. It was horrific. The air conditioning in the car was completely dead, and so where we after driving through Kyneton, Daylesford and Woodend. We had Monty the dog with us (poor bugger) and the ground was so hot he couldn’t walk on the towns we visited. This is definitely country to visit in the winter.

We did find some great cider in Daylesford, but we couldn’t do much else but straggle home. We all took one look at the caravan that had turned into a self-contained baked potato and wondered what to do next. Most other holiday makers were sitting out the front of their vans, picking their nails and looking gormlessly into space. It was that sort of day.

We straggled our way to a deep water hole (who was to know the trickling, muddy creek next to the park would have one?) and all the sweat and tears were washed away. But it refused to drop below 35 and we decided we’d had enough. A three day break turned into one.

Not a bad thing, actually, as it turns out the caravan park was closed the next day because of extreme fire conditions. Everyone out! But we’d already gone.

Next time we book in to Eden six months early. I couldn’t face another little Christmas break like this again.


Roll and move ahead six spaces to the Barossa

Roll and move ahead six spaces to the Barossa
Tanunda, Australia

Tanunda, Australia


It’s been ten years since I had last ventured across the border west to South Australia. I only remember two things – the Bratwurst sausage at a German cultural festival in Hahndorf and the steadily falling rain. Since I spent two years growing up there in the mid 1970’s, I do have other random memories – hunting a fox that had eaten our chickens Henny and Penny; Popeye the open topped boat that sailed down the River Torrens; wearing a brown supermarket bag over my head during “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. I think I was a turtledove and I was anxious about running around the tree half blinded by the bag.

Anyway, a board game convention in the Barossa Valley was the impetus for a four day trip this time around. Aidan (3)stayed at home, Rosa (9) came with us – which we weren’t sure would work. The chances of being constantly interrupted during a game of Hawaii with the “I’m bored, there’s nothing to do here except talk about the Adelaide Crows finals chances” (they lost, we watched in a boisterous pub) refrain was high.

It was a ten hour drive, exasperated by constant stopping (Josefa and I are big on the stops) which must have driven Richard, our designated driver, half crazy: weak coffee and overly creamy buns in Beaufort, second hand shop (junk) in Ararat, second hand shop and lunch in Kaniva, kicking the football in Birdwood. Eventually rolled in at 5.30pm to our hotel, which resembled a 1970s shunting station. All the hotel rooms were hotel carriages. I thought it was a great idea, until about 4am in the morning when I realised installation, a door that closes and a quite fridge is probably more important than sleeping in the ex-Express train to Robe.

Anyway, for the weekend we played games. Quite a few of them with about fifty other mad gamers from Adelaide and Melbourne. My favourite was a game of Twilight Struggle that went all the way to turn 10 and finished at 1.45am with with squeezing out a win over Richard. Exhausted me too. Really enjoyed my game of Blood Bowl Team Manager too.

Glad Rosa had a great time. She completely vanished Sunday with her newfound friends. She always seems older when she’s around others – or perhaps she was allowed to grow up without Aidan hanging around and Mum and Dad’s diverted attention.

After the weekend gaming we left early Monday with a plan to spend even more time stopping and starting. Two days worth, in fact.

We spent all morning in the Barossa. Lovely country, quite different to Yarra Valley wine country. More open, less green. You could imagine it baking in summer. We went to Maggie Beers shop and cafe to buy her cider and spreads. Richard talked her up to Rosa, and then who should appear but Maggie herself in some business meeting. Of course Rosa, who had no idea who she was beforehand, was desperate for a photo. I didn’t want to interrup the meeting, Rosa plugged into the tears and I braved it and asked politely. Great photo too.

Then a token visit to a winery. I just don’t drink enough wine to make use of it. Now, if it was cider… I must admit it is pretty special seeing so many big names along the road. Penfolds, for example. We went to Wolf Blass. Great tastings. You can tell I am not a connoisseur though – I prefer the sweet moscato.

Eventually got out of the Barossa by 1pm to be trapped at the Giant Rocking Horse. It had a good, and free, wildlife sanctuary. You just had to pay for the feed bags. And those animals had it good. One goat ripped the bag from our hands and the kangaroos were best mates with their arms around you, despite getting fed pretty much without a rest for the last four hours.

Twenty minutes later we stopped at Melba’s Chocolate Factory in Woodside. I had been her with Jo ten years before without realising! It is supposed to be a working factory, but the emphasise is on buying chocolate, and lots of it. I thought it was a bit tacky, with bags of chocolate stacked in plain wrapping. But I regreted not kissing the ground when I got home and ate their chocolate frogs. Awesome. The strawberry and mint especially. Not too sweet, creamy, fantastic. If I’d known how cool their chocolate was, I would have bought it all up. Even the uninspiring looking fudge was great. Stop here if you can, and buy the Chocolate Frog Bag.

The German kitsch village of Hahndorf was like a completely different place. I couldn’t remember anything from ten years ago. Jo pointed out the beer barn, but I couldn’t remember the place being one long main street. Perhaps it was the constant drizzle that shrouded half the shops back then? Jo spent ages in a German folk art store and bought Christmas decorations. It is going to be fun when we eventually get to Germany, that’s for sure. We love all the stuff they make.

Richard was looking sore with all the walking, so we decided not stop until we reached…well, we weren’t exactly sure. We just drove and drove and ended up in Naracoorte. No hotel booking, but we got a good family room. Naracoorte is famous for its caves, and this is where we spent all morning. Rosa loved it. She’s into rocks at the moment. We had a short tour and saw a lot of stalactites. Great underground and the tour guide kept our attention.

Another town I’ve never been to before is Mt Gambier. The Blue Lakes is almost right in the middle of town! I thought it would be a good drive out towards the coast. It is awesome, clear and still half way up a dead volcano cup. It wasn’t very blue, you need to come back in January for that, but it was blue-ish.

We struggled on for the rest of the day, stopping for lunch in Port Fairy before reaching home Tuesday night. Two days driving was tough, but I really enjoyed the Monday. Most people would hate to stop as much as we did, but for me that’s part of the enjoyment of visiting these capital cities – they all seem to be nine hours away from Melbourne and there’s no way I’m going express for that long.


Is this the worst bike route to work ever?

Is this the worst bike route to work ever?
St Albans, Australia

St Albans, Australia


I’m sure cycling to work through Death Valley, Eastern California on your work must be quite uncomfortable. Or Mumbai in the midday heat if, like me, you’re bald and you’ve forgotten your helmet. Or perhaps down the Baghdad Airport Road on a unicycle.

But in Australia, I think I could have one of the worst rides to work in the country – Altona Meadows to City West Water in St Albans Road, Sunshine.

Once you get past the fish n chip that changes owners every nine months (it was once called “Tropicanna” with the delicious mix of flake and black bean noodles) you get to the underpass, invariably flooded up to your pedals. The option it to risk cycling through the water, sprinting across three train tracks or peddaling safely three kilometres around and waiting for the train to pass. Suffice to say, I go the underpass. Unless it it really poured the previous night. Then I need to carry my bike over basalt rocks and the train tracks. Hairy in the dark.

The main bridge over the tracks is a nice spot to see kids chroming – although it’s been too cold for that recently. But there’s been a huge increase in mattress dumping instead. Nice place to come off the bike, as there’s always somewhere to rest.

Laverton is on the other side of Altona Meadows. It is all clapped out ex-Air Force houses. Ten years time, and it’ll be nice enough, but some of the homes at the moment could do with a bulldozer or two. Which they actually are. One house looks like a redneck junkyard. Lukily there’s a huge wall seperating the Princes Highway from Laverton, so there’s rarely any wind.

Fitzgerald Road is the main route for trucks in the industrial west. You’ve got to be careful riding here in the wet and the dark, as you’re about 75 cms from sets of very big wheels. You need to get over the road too, so best not to take anything for granted and wait for the traffic lights to turn green.

The bike path heads past the glass recycling factory and a very big factory with a lot of steam that smells like an abbatoir in summer and a smelter in winter. In spring it’s not too bad, but the magpies swoop to hurry you on your way. There’s actually seats along the bike path here where you can stop and enjoy the belching chimmneys sending stinking particles into the air.

Once you get past the truck stop along the Western Ring Road (there’s a burnt out VW van that’s been there years) the bike and walking path through Sunshine West is sedate enough except for the huge electricty pylons that audibly buzz overhead. I once saw a couple getting intimate beneath one. The sex was electric, I guess.

Ardeer is similar to Laverton, only more graffiti and closed stores. It also has a terrible train crossing where trains literally crawl past and if you want to wait you can sit there for ten minutes at a time. I give up now and take the bike through the gates.

City West Water is only ten minutes away, and it’s all smooth sailing except for the drag strip along St Albans Road, the cement works and the odd smashed bottle or two along the footpaths.

A lovely hour of cycling, that’s for sure. Unsure when is the worst time to cycle the route is. Winter (rain, cold, blinding tuck lights); spring (shocking headwind); autumn (shocking headwine – and cold) or summer (stinking factories).


Heading North-ish to Tourist Town Central

Heading North-ish to Tourist Town Central
Sydney, Australia

Sydney, Australia


I don’t care that I’m from Melbourne. If I was recommending a city to tourists, Sydney would come far in front of my own city. We have cafes, theatre and the MCG. But can this really get anywhere near the Harbour Bridge, the Opera House and decent weather?

It had been a good seven years or so since I’d last been up to Sydney. I don’t think I’d ever stayed longer than a few days either. This time we were there a week. Should have stayed longer – the trip up was traumatic without air-conditioning (long since died) and no cruise control. Man it was a bad trip. Hot, loud (we wound the windows down) and my back was ripped.

It took us a couple of days to recover. Great to see Chris and Michelle, old, good friends, and their two daughters though.

I’ve always loved ferry travel, and we took a nice long trip into Sydney on Easter Sunday. Great entrance into Sydney Cove. It always reminds of of New York (not that I’ve been there). The skyscrapers are bunched together like a packet of scotch fingers, not letting in the sun and creating a canyon of noise and lights and people.

There was an awesome outdoor playground right in the middle of the city swarming with kids. It was as if Amazon marching ants had descended on a carcass. Aidan got a bit beside himself, but getting their sock and shoes off and into a water fountain cooled things down.

Circular Quay was just as exciting. That bridge is awesome too. Tourists from overseas must take in a big breath standing next to the Opera House looking over to the Harbour Bridge and think, “We’re here!”

Lunch at a Korean restaurant – we destroyed it – and a good walk around the main streets to the QVB only to find the awesome hobby shop closed. Didn’t stop us marvelling at the building itself.

Sydney has some great parks as well – that’s national parks. In the Northern Suburbs, anyway. If you look at Google maps it is as if the suburbs are squashed between three or four pieces of broccoli. There’s a lot of green in Sydney! No wonder the traffic is so bad.

Anyway, we had a good bush walk in Ku-Ring-Gai National Park and finished it off with a picnic. Wonderful weather again and good to spend some leisurely time with friends.

We made sure we took two days to drive back home. Seriously, ten hours is too long with kids in the car. I spent too long in the Don Bradman Cricket Museum in Bowral for Jo’s liking. But lots more stops – Moss Vale, Goulburn…we even stayed overnight in Yass. Not particularly exciting towns, although I’ve always liked Gundagai, but Bowral is quite beautiful. Nice place to play cricket! Could have spent even longer in the musem, but would have liked some more interactive exhibits for the kids. Surely a batting machine wouldn’t have been out of the question?

A good Easter, despite the trip up and back. Just need to change the car over for something comfortable! I could spend a lot longer in Sydney. Definitely the place to head, despite the traffic and cost, if you’re visiting the east coast of Australia. Sorry Melbourne!


First Holiday in almost two years…

First Holiday in almost two years…
Eden, Australia

Eden, Australia


It’s amazing that you can travel through eight countries, seeing unbelievable culturally and historically significant landmarks hundreds of kilometres apart, in just five weeks. Yet you can also go close to a year and a half without even leaving your pretty small home state.

Ever since Aidan was born we’ve generally stayed put, not even punching past the Victorian-NSW border (about four hours away from Melbourne) let alone Melbourne’s sprawl. That was two years ago. The only time we’ve escaped was to the Sunshine Coast in Queensland when Aidan was six months old. Since then, nothing. No weekend sprint to Hobart, no all nighter to Sydney to see friends, not even a day in Albury-Wodonga.

So I really was looking forward to a week in Eden, on the NSW Coast. I’ve been there twice before. The first time it rained for the first week and I had the golf course to myself, as the first hole was underwater and nobody else seemed to want to play 17 holes of golf. The second time was during college around 1993 when a whole bunch of us stayed in a campsite with friendly wildlife. I remember a brown snake made its way casually through the campsite, a monitor sunbaked on the beach and I almost cliff jumped on top of a sting ray. Oh, and one of the guys got kissed on the lip by a jellyfish.

This time we stayed at a Big 4 camping ground in a cabin. Aidan has been sleeping through, so we thought the chances of him managing twelve hours sleep were pretty good, even if he had to share the room with Rosa.

Eden was as pretty as I remember, although it seemed smaller. I always thought the surf beach was huge, and I guess the sand does stretch into the horizon, but there was never more than a dozen people on the beach. Locals said the holiday season was slow, mainly due to some abysmally bad summer weather. It certainly never reached heatwave levels over the week, but it wasn’t cold.

Highlights included watching Rosa get dunked twice in the surf, which sent her back to Mum in tears, but she stayed the distance. It was the first time she’d tried serious body boarding and she did very well.

There was snorkelling in the river close to the caravan park, trips to Pambula and Merimbula (we visited an animal farm three times for Aidan’s sake), long afternoons in the park pool and a not half bad Killer Whale museum in Eden. Rosa and I met and visited an older couple we got talking to who had a holiday home that had been in the family since 1890, and that was cool.

Family holidays are always fraught with arguments about TV (luckily we brought the media box), hikes that are too long for some but just a jaunt for others, complaints that all other kids have scooters and we don’t, not enough time to read more than a couple of pages but enough hours to babysit for half the day, that sort of thing.

The days of the solo back packer are gone, replaced with nine hours straight of listening to ABBA Gold in the car as the a/c packs up on a 40 degree day on the way home, but at the moment I’m just glad to have been able to leave Melbourne’s outer suburbs.

It’s a great stretch of coastline, full of Victorian fishermen and awesome fish n chip shops and more national parks than pop up caravans. You could spend a good couple of months here, even if half of it would be spent on the balloon trampoline in the caravan park. The kids loved it, and it’s pretty good to sit back on the verandah knowing the kids had a holiday they’d back on with fondness.