Tuseday 21st February. The Big hill Camp (Its free) !!!! , the Ferry and Lorne

Up with the Kookaburra this morning and its a right noisy git it is to. Bleeding things giving it all its got and then some. Lin's straight on the computer, trying to get hold of Billee to see how Alfie is, then she's on to the vet to see what the bill is, then back to me with a couple of aspirin and a cold compress .... I want two sodding cats for that price.  Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead and it didn't come to that. That guys never around when you want him.

Back on Skype to speak to wonder woman (Row) and shower heaps of praise and thanks for stuff we're to far away to handle. (and thanks again). The other good thing is, no new bites, so things are looking up. We're wrapping up today and gonna make that sixty dollar camping book earn its money and move on to a free camping site. Its not long before we're all packed away (shells as well), on the bike and heading off of Philip Island.

Lin's had a brainwave, so we drive to the end of the Princess highway, down to Sorrento and drive onto the ferry which takes us to Queenscliff, missing out a hugh chunk of driving and pick up the beginning of The Great Ocean Road. It's another one of those roads, that go's from righthand bend , to lefthand bend, then back again. I can tell Lin's not to happy by the finger imprints on the armrests and the teethmarks in the back of me helmet. The Speed limit has dropped right down to as low as 25kmh on some bends, and I'm not surprised.  At long, long last we reach Lorne and we find an information center to pinpoint were Big Hill camp is. "Not to far, turn left, at the top of the hill, turn right", Off we go. Sod me, this bloody hill went on for miles. Just when we thought we missed it, Lin says "look, there it is on the left, turn here", away we go. This road is like driving a bike along a corrugated sheet, with heaps of loose gravel all the way along and I can feel the bike sliding with each movement, so Im off down this road at no more than 10mph. We went on for bleeding miles. After about 45 minuets. I give up, stopped the bike and had a fag. (me nerves couldn't take to much more)........ We checked the map and guessed that the woman in the information centrer was right, and we should've taken a right, so f**k  me, back we go. Another nail biting 45 minutes and we make the main road again, turn left back onto it and low and behold fifty feet down the road there it is on the right. Thank christ, co's the lights starting to go. We turn in on to a bit of tarmac road, that runs about two hundred yards and then turns left onto a dirt entrance into the campsite. The camps about half full and as I pull in some geezzer on the left waves. I touch the breaks to see what its all about, the front wheel locks and Lins sitting on her arse again. Right in the centre of the campsite. What an entrance !!!!!!!!. The two guys came over to help out and it turns out he's there on a Goldwing as well, Thats why he waved,....... So we pick Lin up, leave the bike were it is and he puts the kettle on.

After a brew, we finally pick up the bike and put the tent up beside the pond. Lin takes a look round. No showers, no fresh drinking water and the toilet is an honest to god dunny (long drop with no cistern). We may be on top of a mountain, it may be beautiful, but I can tell, we aint staying here to long. We get settled in and Tony and Kevin (the two guys) make us right at home, offer fresh water and food if we need it. We sit talking for quite awhile, turns out Kevin has been traveling (got a caravan and ute) for the last forty years and that was the last time he sleeped under a solid roof. Tony has been traveling for two years with a Goldwing and trailer. (I've seen in that trailer and this fella's well kitted out). Its the end of a long day, so to the sounds of some chrippy frogs we slide into bed.  Nite xxx

Bye bye, Phillip Island, our last nite here .So we walk back from town across the beach, as the sun starts to set and shadows form.

Phillips Island beach, Paradise or what ????

This is the entrance to the beach from the back of out tent...... Good photo, (me thinks,,,, I took it actually... as I am the chief photographer).

On the ferry at Sorrento and off to Queenscliff we go.

Yes Carol, this is me on a ferry Smiling, well we had only just left port lol........ But I did survive. I just did not move much !!

The road out of Queenscliff and up to the Great Ocean Road.

Some local rather pretty if not vocal , local residents of Lorne
( ~No piccies of the free camp, as it wuz best forgotten. I am not standing or sitting over a hole in the ground, seat or not !!!! and I am not drinking or washing in black water.....I say no more).

A quick fag break for sir xxx ( I am sat on the beach resting). Just another view from the Great Ocean Road