A good few years ago I began my very first Australian adventures in the city of Melbourne. Starting off there was a challenge. The city was not like any ordinary city but its’ accelerated dynamic was not something I easily adapted to. But what a feeling it was. And what a difference in culture to what I was used to; inundated by the sheer intensity of it all. Melbourne had so much to offer with its unique cultural mix of museums and galleries, musicians and street artists along with the infinite number of restaurants and cafes. Every corner invited with it a distinctive theme.
In the height of fall I saw Melbourne though a whole new lens, quite literally at times. 100 kilometers to the city’s east through some of the most boastful roads known for its’ unforgiving corners, I cruised via motorbike enveloped by the giant gum trees of the Reefton Spurs. Although I occasionally indulge in stepping behind the pedals myself – in this instance I was beyond thankful to have had someone else take the lead there (thanks Harley). As we climbed above the mountain range through its’ idyllic scenery making a few pit stops along the way, the most indelible moment of that experience would have had to have been the iconic picturesque colours of autumn as the leaves turned to apricot and marigold. A phenomenon that occurs once a year yet leaves me astonished every time.
After a considerable few months of living, experiencing and travelling around the city and nourishing myself in all its grandeur – I came to realize my time in Melbourne was coming to a close. And one of Victorias’ most popular destinations became my last foray. The Great Ocean Road is one of the most stunning coastal scenic roads I had ever been on. The long stretch of road was as close to the ocean as it could get and I was fortunate enough to experience it once again on a motorbike – one of the best ways to travel. We had the freedom to stop anywhere along the way soaking up the seaside towns and impressive views. The road truthful to its’ name spans 240 kilometers along the south eastern coast of the state. We swung around the highway like pendulums just barely kissing the asphalt before leaning back to the other side, travelling all day and arrived at the legendary 12 apostles after the sun had set and watched as the colours dissolved into the water. On the second day heading back to the city, we got lost along sand alleys that lead to deserted beaches: dwarfed underneath stronghold columns of limestone and cliffs that enclosed. The wind I remember was so crisp it stung my cheeks red. You knew looking out beyond the horizon that there would be nothing but the great southern ocean leading all the way to the Antarctic.
A memorable trip. Great ocean road.. I’ll be back to explore you in more depth.
— Photo taken by Harley Brown —