City, flight, city, ocean, city, long bus ride, city, cancelled train, city...

If the last week is anything to go by, Australia must be composed of a number of huge gridded cities, linked by extremely long roads.

I think that that is probably generally true, but not the whole truth. It's like saying that love is a chemical reaction between two people that invokes an emotional response in both. It is true but completely misses the point.

You see, the only Australia I've seen so far is the quite boring part of Australia, namely its cities. After experiencing Sydney I flew to Melbourne to meet up with Emma and Matt, and I was left a little disappointed. I'd heard people say that Melbourne was a world class city. It's world class in the sense that it's big and has lots of trendy wine bars. But it don't got soul. The highlight of our time in and around Melbourne was, to be honest, the latter; the around. The three of us hired a car to explore the Great Ocean Road. It is all three of these things, so top marks to the Victoria Parks Authority for naming it. Lower marks go to its park wardens, who evidently don't approve of people like me pulling handbrake turns in its car parks.

You see, the only reason I was pulling a handbrake turn was to achieve an optimal position in the parking spot. The fact that it was a disabled person's parking spot certainly did me no favours when I looked up to find the park warden looking up at me with an expression that included contempt, extreme disapproval and just a hint of admiration at the fact that I had the audacity to pull it off in front of him. He gave me a slap on the wrist and sent us on our way. I'm running out of time on this machine so I shall be quick - here are some pictures:







I'm really running out of time now so the story of our missed train journey will have to wait. Suffice to say I'm currently in Perth and Emma and I are heading on a 7 day adventure up the west coast. Bring on the real Australia!