I’ve driven the Great Ocean Road west of Melbourne six times before. Always from West to East in a comfy hire car. Usually it’s my post-Portland VW drag weekend trip back to NSW. Every time I’ve done the drive I’ve thought how great it would be to do in the splitty. This time was a great opportunity but I almost missed it, struck down by my own VW!
The original plan was to meet up with Patrick and his wife in Melbourne a week earlier, then take our time cruising in his and my buses along the coast line, camping for a couple of days and eventually ending up in Adelaide in time for the 2012 Bug-In show. A nice relaxed time to take in the beautiful sites of the Victorian south coast.
I thought my trip to NSW was going too smoothly. In 2008 the motor expired and the gearbox was knackered. This year was running incident-free until a slight noise in one rear wheel bearing turned into an entire four-wheel drum brake rebuild. This put a dent in my schedule by a week and I reluctantly had to send Patrick and Jean on their way without me. I had a week to knock about and all going well I could get the bus fixed and head directly West to Adelaide, meeting them after Bug-In and we could still do the trip across the desert back to WA together.
The only luck I had was that Luke Pell and his Dad did a cracker job working over their Easter weekend and got me back on the road a day earlier than I expected. Feeling a bit lucky I hit the road and thought I’d risk it by doing a whirlwind drive of NSW/VIC/and SA in record time. No time for sightseeing or taking time to camp for a few days but my aim was to hit the road in a classic car and see as much of the country as I could, albeit from behind a set of safaris.
Now I’m at the prettiest part of the journey. After a late late night in onshore wind battered conditions I slid unceremoniously out of the bed in the back of the bus, rubbed my eyes, and discovered I’d woken up in heaven. It was still pretty windy but there was a misty rain and a cracker double rainbow. Nice start to the day! I took a few snaps (below) and fired up the motor.
I left the official tourist drive and bypassed Portland just on dark. There’s a couple of different ways north from there to Adelaide. Being male, I had no intention of asking directions or checking a map, I’d been this way six times before, albeit in the broad daylight and in the opposite direction, so naturally I knew where I was going. Or so I thought.
Typically being in a hurry to get there I ended up somehow on the coast road miles away from the shorter route. And it was a good hour into the drive before I realised I wasn’t on the road I had hoped.
After a pretty long day’s driving I finally made it in to Adelaide and the hotel where Pat and Jean were staying. They were so cool to stick around an extra couple of days so we could do the drive back together. It was great to see them.
It was also cool to catch up with Chris and Ryan at the tavern next door. They were happy for a couple of drinks late that night. Shame I was knackered and we couldn’t make more of a big one out of it but there’s always next time.
Sleep glorious sleep.