February last year. It was the end of a surreal summer. We drove from west to east, after a jaunt through South Australia. We were three ladies representing three countries, but took pleasure in Australian things. We ate fish and chips washed down with ginger beer, we chatted with koalas and blasted the jezebels with the windows rolled down. We stayed overnight in a weatherboard cottage on a farm. Kate cooked us pasta. Emma found us a movie to watch. I topped up the oil in the car. My camera stayed tucked away for the most part. My eyes however, were wide open. I forgot to take a photo of our sausage rolls from the general store, or our sunset walk along Apollo Bay, but the memories are good ones. My heart did a little healing as we drove. The stark beauty. The freedom found. Tonnes of perspective. I felt nothing but grateful on this ocean road.
Honourable pit stop mentions:
Port Campbell - fish and chips
Wye General Store - sausage roll and road trip goodies