Sliding down a muddy incline at a football ground on the worst day of winter and wrecking the ligaments in your foot, is not conducive to travel. A moon boot and crutches make exploring the world difficult, hence my lack of blogging for a while.
A few weeks ago, again able to drive and hobble around, I headed down to Apollo Bay at the western end of The Great Ocean Road for a break before the Christmas rush. Strangely, the only time I’d even seen Apollo Bay was when I passed through on my way to Adelaide twenty years before.
I spent three and a half days there, mostly relaxing, re-grouping after what had ended up being a rather challenging year, one way or another. Although it’s very much a tourist spot, the main street busy with campervans, caravans, etc., it seems to me to still have the feel of a village. It’s a lovely place for a break, nestled between the bay and the Otway Ranges.
I stayed at the unusual-looking Sandpiper Motel, across the road from the beach, two blocks from the shops. Very convenient, very comfortable.
At the marina is the Apollo Bay Fishermen’s Co-op, a fish restaurant. I fancied a fish lunch but after checking out the prices, I opted for pasta in town.
I took the ocean road home to call in on relatives at Aireys Inlet, stopping at Kennett River and Wye River on the way through.