
Ahoy to All Those, Who Don't Read This, But Whom I Still Keep Writing This For, and hey, mom.
It was the morning before Christmas and I was awoken violently at 5AM. We were supposed to have a trip to
GREAT
OCEAN
ROAD
and it was starting in an hour.
I was the designated navigator due to the possession of the valuable Google Map on my iPhone 3G (I get paid by both for mentioning that, don't worry). Rushing through the streets of Melbourne, we finally found ourselves next to Flinders Station and the Ugliest building in the world, which I don't have a picture of, but you should come to Melbourne just to feel some hatred toward the architects. It's ugly, it's called ACMI (Australian Centre For Moving Image), and it doesn't make any sense. Nevertheless, there's plenty of funny street performers there during the day time.
We met our main man, Neil, and got up in his bus with 5 more people.

Luckily, he forgot to charge his iPod and the Disk Jockey position was vacant. We listened to my favorite music and drove into the WILD. First stop was to check out a small port outside the city. We had some breakfast, involving delicious TIM TAMS and Chocolate Milk, and, overdosed on sugar and cocoa beans, we continued. But not before the gals took pictures with Lifeguards.

Next stop, the

Just RipCurl, Billabong, Quicksilver and any other well-known surf-style shop crammed into one place. No pictures, there's mostly history. It's located in a town called Torquay (pronounced tour-kee, may be incorrect spelling). That's where the two well-known companies, Billabong and Rip Curl, were once found. First pair of board shorts was sold for 20c. Now they sell them for $50 minimum. Is that GFC?
After that-a couple of walks on the beaches with huge, orange rocks and surfers in the water. Pretty cool, here's some pictures.



After that, the LIGHTHOUSE. It was accompanied by a story from Neil that once the Lighthouse worker drilled a hole in the back of the thing to be at a pub on the beach and be able to see a beam of light go out if the lamp was broken.

Next stop was koalas and parrots territory. All the koalas were sleepy and unfriendly as they usually are and parrots were eager to eat some food off our hands/heads.



After a couple of more stops to look at other rocks, we finally got to THE Rocks, called the Twelve Apostles. The name comes from...oh, right, it does not come from anywhere-it's a marketing strategy. The real name was like Mama Pig and the Piglets or something, but who would wanna go see that? Nobody. It's the Twelve Apostles now.



It goes like this: Australia is being hit with huge severe waves on its sides. Those wave make holes in the ground and wash off chunks of it. So, when the land gets all cracked and moist, it collapses-but not fully, only the part that connects it to the rest of Australia. So, that's how you get those huge immense rocks standing around the ocean like nobody's business.
Good explanation? Alright, alright I'll entertain you with something better. Here's a picture of me taking a bite out of a rock.

After THE ROCKZ we went to see London Bridge and The Grotto. Here's the latter.

Here's a couple of more funny pics. I like being an environmentally friendly coal miner.


That was it. The Great Ocean Road ended with Christmas Eve. Today's plan-Lovely Bones and more.

Merry Christmas Everybody!

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