Today was bound to be a long day. I cant help myself sometimes and I just ride for hours. I was looking at around 400kms today to get from camp to the end of the Great Ocean Road. But first Mabel needed a much earned service. So today she gets oil, sparkplug, air filter, new 15t front cog and a valve adjustment! Woohoo!
I packed up camp in some amazing early morning sunshine. I ended up having the whole camp to myself last night which was awesome! I thought I heard someone shoot a gun at some stage but it was probably my imagination. Anyway, I packed Mabel up and we headed for Warrnambool. Unfortunately we had to sit on one of the main highways for a little while which mesant trucks. Im in an area of Victoria that does a lot of plantation timber harvesting. So I was constantly being passed by log trucks and chipping trucks. I always move over as far as I can when I see these guys coming. They appreciate it and it keeps me alive. The trucks are generally really good and they give me a heap of room and a toot or a flash of the indicators to say thanks for moving over. Victorian car drivers on the other hand are the worst drivers I have ever had the misfortune to share the road with. I am constantly being over taken on double solid white lines, over hills and around bends. Or they crowd me in the lane and some pass barely 2 foot away from me while still doing their 100 km/hr +. I cant wait to get out of this Victoria. Just outside of Warrnambool is an old volcano called Tower Hill formed over 30,000 years ago! It can be driven down into and I did just that. Lots of cool wildlife down there and more terrible drivers. Sick of being pushed off the road by impatient bastards so I scampered for the exit.
Once I got into Warrnambool I fuelled Mabel up and headed to Hungry Jacks to fuel myself up. I ordered an extra burger thinking I will have it for dinner tonight. After stuffing my face and sticking the extra burger into my food bag I point Mabel’s little face toward the Great Ocean Road.
This was such a scenic, if somewhat damp ride, but with my camera battery dying and my phone battery nearly dead too I didn’t get many photos.
I scooted along through the Ottways National Park. Full of lush green rainforest type vegetation and then hit the curvy cliff hugging roads of the Great Ocean Road itself. Built at the between 1919 and 1932 by returned soldiers in memory of their fallen comrades, this road stretches for some 240 odd km of scenic enchantment. Gorgeous!
Just recently there has been a massive fire here and a big part of the bush that stands above the road is gone. Thoughts go out to those who lost properties in there. Out of respect for those who had lost their homes I decided to not take any photos of the devastation. Once I got down into Lorne I made a beeline for my most favourite free camp in Victoria. It had a few people there and some noisy backpackers but I was so stuffed that I put my phone on to charge, setup camp, made dinner, and crashed.