I like Melbourne, but I LOVE Sydney!!!

After 6 days of braving the gruelsome (but awesomely fantastic!!) trip to Melbourne, I am back again to the sunny Sydney which I learn to love so much. The super lack of sleep and unhealthy food had made everyone of us from Sydney fall sick, including myself. Most of my fellow Sydney ppl fell sick on the first few days, the virus was eventually passed on to me on the last day despite my effort to stay strong. I had a mild fever, severe sore throat and cough, and guess what? All these were almost completely healed after I stepped down at Sydney Airport, went back to my beloved Macquarie and had a long 13-hour sleep with heater on at 5.00am. I woke up 2 a.m in the morning, couldn't sleep coz my stomach was growling desperately as all I had for that day was a bun!! I was coughing and sneezing at Melbourne Avalon Airport and simply had no appetite at all. The bun was eaten with lots of effort on my part, with force. Haha....



Well, all I did was waking up to make myself some pasta. The fact that my appetite improved showed a remarked recovery after a long rest. After eating, I watched some drama to make myself tired again, and my effort paid off as I fell asleep again around 4.00am till 8.30am the next morning. In total, that was a 13.5 hour sleep!! Amazing ?? That tells how tiring the Melbourne trip was, and here is some bits and pieces that I could recall from pictures...

THE GREAT OCEAN ROAD
















Me and James at the entrance


According to the itinerary, the GOR is one of the most famour coaster drive in the world. Well, I can't say it isn't, but I have something to add on. Important indeed for those who are comtemplating to travel there on a bus. The roads are extremely narrow and it forced our bus driver to push and release the brakes every few seconds. The result, we felt nauseous for the entire journey before lunchbreak. The lucky thing is that we have nothing to throw out coz there was NOTHING which we could vomit!! The super duper kiamsiap day tour company only provided us with two pathetically small chocolate cookies and a small cup of coffee for breakfast. By the time we felt dizzy, all these were completely digested in our poor stomach.













Hm....not very clear yea? This's the pic I took with a dizzy head along the GOR. The black dots are supposed to be, COWS. Hehe







Entrance to the twelve Apostles.



Front row: (From left) Shir Lynn, Shing



Back row: (From left) Chun, Li Cheng, Me, Ju Bee and Desmond










The 12 stones (to me they are just stones, but the tourism people call them a-p-o-s-t-l-e-s). Me and Li Cheng were like discussing on the bus, "Tourism is about making a big fuss of nothing". I'm sure these stones are plentiful in Malaysia too, just that I don't put the the efforts to repackage them into tourist attractions (such as giving them nice names).












Me and the stones.
Wosh....look at my hair!!!
The wind was damn strong.


















Me, Chun, and the famous stones.


More stones here.....



















There is this "romantic story" about one piece of stone.


The LOCK ARD GORDE.

I'm not good at remembering it but was smart enough to take a photo of the sign board. Let me put the story here:



“Captain Gibb set full sail to turn the Loch Ard away from danger, but wind and current carried the ship towards the cliffs. Sail were then lowered and anchors dropped but they dragged across the ocean floor.

In the final desperate attempt, the anchors were cut and sails again raised. The ship began to make headway; nearly clearing the cliffs, the bow struck a shallow reed and stuck fast.

Water flooded into the cabins. With each swell, the yardarms smashed against the cliff face bringing pieces of mast and rock crashing down. Waves swept across the deck, hampering attempts to launch the lifeboats.

Paralyzed with fear, the passengers clung to one another and, amidst their screams and cries, the ship slipped into the silent depths below”



It all sounds like a copycat of the titanic movie. The driver told us something about one couple who survived the wreck - the guy's name is George i think - and landed in some island...blablabla(can't remember).











TADA!!!



This is the place where this romantic story took place. (Honestly, this is just another piece of stone, isn't it?)

Sigh.....similar colour summore. Sometimes tourism is like that.


The London Bridge









Another product of the tourism industry.
Apparently the part in the middle of this huge piece of rock fell down due to natural erosion, thus forming an 'island'. Me and my friends and the island are smilling to you!!




Thats all for this blog. More to come on Melbourne trip, I am too tired to blog on everything now. One more posting on Phillip Island, and another one on the other places we went. And that's about it I guess.