Considering that I’m off work for another week and a half, we’ve decided to beat the big "quick, let’s get away on holiday to the country somewhere to avoid having to do a family get-together over Easter" rush that occurs every year, and go away on holiday to the country somewhere in the days before Easter instead.
This means hopefully we can avoid the big traffic snarls that seem to develop around Thursday arvo and Good Friday morning as every man and his dog and his wife and kids pile into the car in an attempt to see just how many vehicles can be squeezed onto the highways out of the city.
So where are we going? We’re heading down the Great Ocean Road, to see all the cool stuff down on the coast. The glory of the Twelve Apostles, and wonder of London Bridge, and the amazingly awe-inspiring incredibleness of those other jaggy rock formations the names of which I forget right at the moment.
Whatever, it’ll be good. We’ve only been down there one other time, several years ago, and on that occasion, it was only for the day, and we had to turn back before seeing all the cool stuff. This time, we’re going over three days, and taking plenty of time for stop-offs and rest breaks, which is really the only way to do it when you’ve got two kids in the back of the car – unless their section is soundproofed.
We’ll set out on Tuesday morning, and head down through Geelong onto the Great Ocean Road (I promise to be super careful and not drive over any cliffs like that bloke did a few days ago). We’ll spend Tuesday night in Apollo Bay, and continue our travels on Wednesday, past all the aforementioned cool stuff, to sunny Warrnambool, where we’ll once again partake of their massively brilliant adventure playground. And on Thursday we’ll head inland, and back to Melbourne.
At least, that’s the plan. The motels are booked, the car’s in fine shape, and provided I remember to fill it full of petrol before we set out, everything should go swimmingly!