Dec 03, 2004
Nov 31, 2005
We take the bus down to Squeaky Beach (named for the sand that squeaks when you step in it) and I clamber around on the round red rocks for a better view of the glorious green bush stretching out uninterrupted behind us and the roaring sea in front
. We have a kick at the football on the beach, too. The Brits are still complaining after three days that it's not a soccer ball that we're playing with and Bryan, as an American, is still calling the ball the "footsy."
Now we have a chance to work off the BBQ overindulgence with a hike up to a lookout for some group photos. Laurence keeps yelling at me for walking too quickly and "not enjoying the view" but I just like to hike quickly. I like the feeling of air in my lungs and a slight burn in the legs, so I tell him to step off.
After that it's all over! We're pulling into Melbourne a few hours later and in trickles and drabs losing people to various futures. Only four of us remain at the end when Laurence pulls up to the Base hostel in St. Kilda: Tai, me, Al and Rich.
Our final day on the bus we're headed for the goal: Melbourne. But on the way we're stopping to see Australia's southernmost mainland point, Wilson's Promontory, also well known for its gorgeous bushland, white sand beaches, tons of animal life, and big red rocks. We stop for Laurence's favorite pastime, stalking native animals, on the way into the park: first some lazy kangaroos, then a crazy emu running wildly around us, then a few more 'roos on a hill. Mostly he wants to see a wombat but no luck; at least not until we're leaving the park, when I spot one rooting in the verge by the road and stop the bus with a howl of "Wombat!" But the bus takes a while to squeak to a stop and as we rush back towards the spot I see its bum disappear into the bush. Darn! And nobody but me saw it, so they all mutter doubtingly about whether I might not have invented it.