Saying Warrnambool is as hard as spelling it. On the western end of the Great Ocean Road, which is by the sea, it has (it says) a Mediterranean climate. This obviously includes torrents of rain, strong wind and cold. Which was the first half of today’s cycle. As it coincided with being on a relatively busy road with logging lorries lumbering, all was well. We enjoyed the extra spray from the oncoming ones and the suction of the passing ones. Kept you alert.
After lunch in pretty Port Fairy, we deviated from the prescribed route to take what turned out to be a delightful railtrail for the last 35km . Flat and then across a River estuary, it kept us entertained with art work and signs. As did the sign entering Port Fairy: welcome to the ancient (???) Port of Port Fairy. You’d never guess a town called Port Fairy on the coast would be a port. It could have said “named after HMS Fairy who berthed here in ancient times. ”
The sun broke out to show crashing blue waves as we approached the sea. Ocean rather. And the fair 36000 folk of Wbool, the abbreviation I’m using to avoid looking up the spelling again! One of them cycled with us for the last 8k and chatted as he illustrated what we were seeing. Good chap.
Travelling reflections 