We got up early on Saturday morning, had our breakfast in the garden of the hostel before we headed off towards the Twelve Apostles. It was my turn to drive and seeing as I had only driven once on the wrong side of the road I was a bit nervous, but I have to say I did really well, I didn’t hurt anyone or anything, nor did I damage the car!
The main attraction and first stop of the day for us was the 12 Apostles and it’s surroundings. The first one to stop off at is Gibson Steps, where you climb down some 80 steps and walk along the beach (if the tide permits) and admire the enormous lime stone stacks, Gog and Magog close up. It was truly beautiful and well worth climbing those steps, the colours are amazing, the limestones stacks and the sand against the turquoise blue water is a great combination. The next stop was the 12 Apostles, which in fact is no longer 12 but 8 of them. When Mat was in Australia 10 years ago, the Apostle nearest to the look out was still there, nowadays there’s only a bit of rubble left of it, which you can see in the photo. The lime stone washes away as the waves from the South Sea crashes on to them, the first apostle actually fell on 3 July 2005 (on Mat’s birthday). It is a spectacular site to see, but I have to say that I found some of the other stops equally or even more impressive, as they are less visited by tourists and the limestone stacks are larger and there are more of them. So make sure you stop at them all, it’s worth it for sure and being able to see some of them from beach level is very impressive too. Loch Ard Gorge was very cool, again a place where you can climb down to the beach via steps, where you can see the formation of caves and there is also a cave in the water that you can, if you’re brave enough and safe on your feet, climb over too. But you’ll have to tackle some sharp slippery rocks, so it’s probably not advisable. From the ground level you can see the razor back island or go on some walking trails. Our last stop was London Bridge, which ironically is no longer a bridge. It fell collapsed in 1995. Funnily enough a lady we met at a coffee shop told us a story about how a husband was caught cheating on his wife when it collapsed, as he was out there on a picnic with his mistress when it collapsed. Not sure it it’s a true story or not, but two people where actually out there and they were stranded until they were later rescued – must have been pretty scary!
We headed on towards Port Fairy where we were staying for at the YHA Port Fairy hostel, it was really lovely, we had a 4 bed shared room at the back across the little back yard garden. Clean, comfortable and cosy. Port Fairy was such a wonderful little town, like a perfect picture post card, full of little cute wooden houses and stone cottages, picked fences, it had a lovely beach and a little brackish river running through it as well. Full of people fishing and leading an active outdoors lifestyle and even a local seal that was just hanging around by the river by the port waiting for the fishermen to throw back the left overs after gutting their fish. We also got to witness a magnificent sunset that evening and the sea looked like it was going wild.