After finishing the Great Ocean road I was keen to take a few days to stretch my legs after many hours in the car. I wound my way back to the Princess Highway on the unusually straight C-roads. During this run I remembered at some sections of these quiet roads which served as the setting of Mad Max’s high octane chaos in the late 1970’s.
My first stop was in the city of Geelong, a fascinating contrast to the New-York esque metropolis of Melbourne, which itself can be seen on the horizon. Only an hour away from said city, it provides a more relaxed approach with a seemingly endless promenade along a section of Port Phillip Bay. With the odd street statues and enormous pier, I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to an English seaside town.
Then came Melbourne, what’s there to say about this artistic and cultured concrete jungle that hasn’t been said already? Much coffee was consumed, pale ales drank and street art admired. This city will always have a special place in my heart as it is everything that Sydney is not.