During our ride across Australia we were constantly told by both Aussies and visitors to travel the Great Ocean Road. We heard so many praises about this highway that runs along one part of the Southern Coast, that it is the most stunning place in Australia, and that there is no other coastline like that on the entire planet. When we finally got there, full of expectations, we saw one of the most beautiful sunset we have seen in our lives.
It was truly magical! We pitched our tent on a field not far from the shore and in the morning enjoyed the beauty of the eroded rocks, waves of crystal clear water and dramatic cliffs.
The whole western part of the road is spotted with points of interest – literally every few kilometers there is a carpark and a path leading to the edge of a cliff, from where yet another version of a stunning view can be admired and of course – photographed. Most of the locations either had a gravel path or a wooden viewing platform, so we could see all the nice spots without having to leave our bikes. This allowed us to move from one location to another, being in fact quicker, than the hordes of tourists in their cars.
The most famous part on this Road, called the 12 Apostles disappointed us a bit. Firstly – it is not the most beautiful view of the coast you could get on the Great Ocean Road. Secondly – it was packed with tourists, and at least 80% of them were from China. We have nothing against China. We love China! But Chinese tourists behave in a very rude way, no other nation could be compared to. So when we finally arrived at the 12 Apostels, being pushed and hit by hundreds of elbows, we turned around after taking just a few pictures.
The sad thing is, that when people travel to such amazing destinations, to “must see”, “top ten”, “bucket list” places, they spend no time appreciating the power of nature. We have never seen people just sitting and staring at waves, or breathing the clean air in silence. They take their selfie sticks, cameras with a flash always on and smartphones and take just another picture of, in this case, 12 Apostles. So there we were, trying to appreciate the fact that we had made it there from so far away, pushed it all across the desert on our pushbikes…
Yet another picture of the 12 Apostles, this time without the tourists:
We zipped along the coast quite quickly, stopping in some places to enjoy the surroundings. The eastern part of the Great Ocean Road (the original one as some of the people call it) was much windier and closer to the ocean.
The last days of our stay in Australia we spent pushing hard to reach Melbourne on time. We had bought the tickets to New Zealand already in Indonesia, so we had a fixed date of departure. We had some of our belongings waiting for us in Melbourne – we had shipped them from Alice Springs to save weight. It was the time to pack, the time to change the surroundings.