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Justin.

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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

Lots of driving was done by my fiancee and I over the new year. We spent new years with some mates at Port MacDonnell in South Australia which was pretty ace. We stayed in a big ‘ol cabin on the foreshore just out of town, drank a lot of beer, played a lot of games and ate a lot of barbecued meat. I love driving through the western districts of Victoria with its dry stone walls, casuarinas and dairy sheds. My ancestors lived in Port Fairy when they first arrived in Australia so I guess I feel some kind of family connection to the region as well, but it’s mainly that rocks, trees and sheds that I’m enamoured with. There were quite a few very friendly locals (from Mount Gambier, which they referred to as the mount and I referred to as gambo, gambino or the great gambino) camping near us and they gave us the hot tips on all the best crater lakes, fish and chips and ice cream shops. They also had a shitload of fireworks which we had the pleasure of enjoying on NYE. After a gruelling drive home from Port Mac (40 degree day, no air con), narrowly avoiding a grass fire, we un-packed and re-packed then headed to Lakes Entrance the following day. My fiancee’s grandparents live in Lakes, which is kind of handy. There are quite a few op shops in the area and I managed to score some heapsss sickk vinyls for about $2 each. More beers and barbecues were had and I was feeling pretty chill by the end of it. We came back from Lakes on the 7th of Jan and after a 1 hour turn-around, headed up to Trentham for my brother’s 21st, which was a very full on, exhausting occasion that totally obliterated the relaxed composure I had developed while on holidays. Anyways, now it’s back to reality for a while.

Lots of driving was done by my fiancee and I over the new year. We spent new years with some mates at Port MacDonnell in South Australia which was pretty ace. We stayed in a big ‘ol cabin on the foreshore just out of town, drank a lot of beer, played a lot of games and ate a lot of barbecued meat. I love driving through the western districts of Victoria with its dry stone walls, casuarinas and dairy sheds. My ancestors lived in Port Fairy when they first arrived in Australia so I guess I feel some kind of family connection to the region as well, but it’s mainly that rocks, trees and sheds that I’m enamoured with.

There were quite a few very friendly locals (from Mount Gambier, which they referred to as the mount and I referred to as gambo, gambino or the great gambino) camping near us and they gave us the hot tips on all the best crater lakes, fish and chips and ice cream shops. They also had a shitload of fireworks which we had the pleasure of enjoying on NYE.

After a gruelling drive home from Port Mac (40 degree day, no air con), narrowly avoiding a grass fire, we un-packed and re-packed then headed to Lakes Entrance the following day. My fiancee’s grandparents live in Lakes, which is kind of handy. There are quite a few op shops in the area and I managed to score some heapsss sickk vinyls for about $2 each. More beers and barbecues were had and I was feeling pretty chill by the end of it.

We came back from Lakes on the 7th of Jan and after a 1 hour turn-around, headed up to Trentham for my brother’s 21st, which was a very full on, exhausting occasion that totally obliterated the relaxed composure I had developed while on holidays. Anyways, now it’s back to reality for a while.