When we flew into Melbourne after Port Douglas. It was the start of our Great Ocean Road adventure. Sis and Rachel decided to be designated driver while Kris and I would be the designated kids-in-the-back.
It was dark and the front seat drivers immediately got lost. I think they made one correct turn before it all went wrong. Let me tell you pulling over for directions on the left is not easy.
Anyway we found the Western Road which turns into the Princes Highway which become Rt 101 (I always thought of soft rock when we drove on it) which is the Great Ocean Road. They have better highway names in Australia.
We were headed for Torkay where the resort was but by Geelong we were starving. We tried to stop at the restaurant on the Wool Museum for some food but they were closed for a private party. Stupid us! It was the AFL premiership and Geelong was playing against Port Adelaide!
We ended up at a diner like place called, of all things, Texas, watching the game and eating sandwiches. We didn't stay for the end but the Cats ended up winning and Geelong went mad with joy.
Victoria (the state) kept feeling joyful as the Melbourne Storm won the national rugby title.
We were in a sports mad country in a province with two winning teams. How can you go wrong? Kris and I bought Cats tees on the side of the road.
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