|Port Fairy was first photo stop, sounds like a gay sailor hangout and was a quaint little place that old people and tourist buses would stay a few hours at but not me on my whistle stop tour.
Pressing on to the ship wreck coast that is limestone rock battered and carved by the sea creating huge cave networks and small islands sprouting out of the surf some with arches cut through them including one place called the London bridge which had 2 arches till one collapsed in the early 90's stranding 2 gobsmacked tourists on a newly made island needing to be airlifted off for a change of underwear.
Plenty of ships came to a watery end on these treacherous coast lines . including the Loch Ard that got battered on its last night of a journey from England leaving 2 survivors and a lot of bodies and wood.
Formations with cool names spanned the coast like thunder cave , the blow hole , the razor and of course the most famous being the 12 Apostles that stand proud for their photo's from the trillion tourists . I got there at sunset (of course) and filled my boots then jumping back into the car I set off at break neck speed into the winding roads of the Otway national park as the light faded and reached Apollo Bay the other side within an hour. This is where I stayed the night in a room in a pub which was a lot comfier than a car boot.
The last couple of hundred k was the best stretch of road as it hugged the cliff edge at a fair height and cut through nice towns like Lorne, Anglesea and Torquay bringing me to Geelong city and the motorway back to Melbourne . This was the final leg of my final road trip and I reached Dylons mid avo to bore him to tears with my tales of adventures.