At last, the long-awaited photos from our EPIC AUSTRALIAN ROADTRIP!!!
One Jeep. Two adventurers. Three colossal Australian states. Over six weeks of pure bliss, sun, outback, beaches, diving, caves, tours, desert, cities, wildlife encounters and so much more. Settle in as we relive the unparalleled saga through pictures, words and moving image. This tale may need to be told in several parts, which may seem like a gyp after waiting so long to hear it. However, I will do my best to fit every last morsel of Aussie goodness into the confines of the post length that blogger will allow.
I hope I will be able to recall and recount all of the intricate details of our adventure, since it was already six months ago. How time flies!! But have no fear, if there are any particulars that I have forgotten, I won't let on - I'll just glide along telling whatever seems right or probable or even possible based on vague memory, experience or imagination.
Without further ado, welcome to
Mario and Steph's EPIC AUSTRALIAN ROADTRIP (Oct 13, 2012 - Dec 8, 2012):
|So, naturally we stopped in that little town (or was it the next one we came across?) to stretch our legs and have a little game of soccer. Oh, no? Well then perhaps just a walk.|
|"O Captain! My Captain!"|
|Yutes, yutes and more yutes. And an aluminum farm windmill. Gotta love 'stralia!|
|I took this picture because I couldn't believe my eyes as I was reading the name of the cross-street we had just passed - "Meatworks Rd." But it's also a good documentation of how we got from here to there along our journey.|
|Well, we made it! Miraculously got our pop-up tent and set it up just in time. The next day was spent sight-seeing around Adelaide. We stopped at the National War Memorial for veterans of WWI, it was built in 1931.|
|An interesting house across the street from the memorial, with eyes perpetually watching....|
We did a Lonely Planet - recommended walking tour around the city, which ended up being a very good idea.
|Got a delicious big breakfast at a little restaurant on Rundle Street|
|A stunning Eastern Rosella in Adelaide's Botanical Gardens|
|Checking out the Botanical Garden's exhibition on wheat|
|Future Farmers of Australia?|
|Alright! Now we're talkin'! How come we didn't pick up a sweet ride like this back in Melbourne?! Actually, I think this beaut is one-of-a-kind.|
|"EIS: Olsen's Power - The FLY who SHAGGED us"|
|A desert Loch Ness monster|
|The open road|
|Aww, look at the cute, picturesque livestock! At the time the thought never crossed our mind regarding what other living creatures are attracted to livestock....|
|We had a delicious dinner, a game of Phase 10 and enjoyed the tranquility and natural beauty of the place. The weather was fine, and as the stars began to crawl across the sky we took a romantic moon-lit stroll along the beach.|
SheringaTimeLapse from Steph Haas on Vimeo.
|The next morning was lovely, except for the noise of our neighbors' 4 wheelers.|
|Another walk to the beach - checking out the bluffs, which I believe would be considered a part of the Great Australian Bight?|
|The heroic feat, and daring driving skills it took to get that mettwurst hanging in our rear window will live in infamy.|
And then came the flies.
Around 12 noon they were on us in swarms. They were absolutely unbearable. They would fly into your eyes, in your clothing, cover your skin.... We had to get out of there! We jumped in the car, leaving everything behind at the campsite and started driving.
|We figured we would explore while we were stuck in the car, safe from the flies (except the periodic straggler who seemed to have come in through the vents). So we drove along a path to this little pond/lake amongst the sand dunes.|
Next, we decided to head over to the Sheringa Roadhouse again to see what they had to fight the flies. We met a nice couple from Adelaide, who were very talkative and on a fly-fishing adventure together. They told us the flies would be this bad all along the coast, which terrified us into buying literally every anti-fly/fly-protection cream, lotion, spray, net and swatter they had in the shop. Again, the owners stared blankly at us and muttered the price, which was probably expensive but seemed reasonable at the time as we were up against what we saw as a potential 6 weeks of fly-ridden hell.
(*It turned out not to be anywhere near that bad, thankfully, and we didn't go completely mad on the rest of the roadtrip).
|Now, decked out in our fly cream and other gear, we drove over to the perilous cliffs to the west of the campsite.|
|The next stop was Fowler's Bay. This was one place we definitely would have liked to have stayed longer.|
|We stayed at a nice campground near beautiful, enormous sand dunes, where we could romp and play to our heart's content.|
We met a couple at the campsite in Fowler's Bay who told us all the shark lore. They had a very sweet dog, who we found quite charming while we were awake, all sitting around the fire. However, we have reason to believe that same hound relieved herself on our tent during the night!! Bad dog!
|Goodbye Fowler's Bay, hello Nullarbor!|
|Oh wait, hold on - scratch that. The White Blizzard is overheating again.|
|At the world-famous Nullarbor Roadhouse! Where they make you prepay for your gas because so many people try to fill up and dash out into the hot outback, with no chance of getting caught.|
|Oh yeah, and did we mention the gas (oh, excuse me - "petrol") was almost twice as expensive as in Melbourne?|
|Vast expanses of nothingness. This stretch of highway is also be used as a runway for the Royal Flying Doctors' aircraft.|
|We turned off the Eyre Highway onto another dirt road (considerably better kept than the one leading out of Fowler's Bay). This time, we're driving out to the Head of the Bight.|
|The dramatic Head of the Bight. I saw an Osprey fly over our heads when we approached. They nest in holes in the rocks and are apparently not very fond of seeing humans anywhere near where they roost.|
90MileStraightRoad TL from Steph Haas on Vimeo.
|Lots of strange and interesting photo ops here - very 50s style. Just over the border in WA.|
|There were horses living at the ranch (house shown left), above a very high cliff.|
|Just one lonely, snaking road through the barren landscape, with the ocean in the background.|
|A little camper ambles along the lonely road|
|The next day: On the road again|
|We came upon a stark reminder of how far away and alone one is out here in the desert. This truck must have burned completely down to the scrap metal without being extinguished.|