We had spent the evening before glued to the computer trying to decide on a hotel to book. They all looked so hideous with their floral, polyester sheets and their tacky 1970s carpets, it didn't feel like us at all! So it was a great relief to both of us when we admitted to each other that we'd both much rather just stay in a hostel. I sure wasn't sorry for our decision when we pulled up to our 150 year old hostel in Point Fairy that evening. You could really sense that this place held some secrets, and it was perfect for a toddler who needed to burn some energy! The next morning we hunted down a good coffee joint and made our way to Tower Hill where the emu's reach over your shoulder to sample your lunch and if you're really lucky (like we were) an Echinda might just amble across the path before you.
Twelve Apostles and Loch Ard Gorge
Apollo Bay, Anglesea and Torquay
This little adventure was definitely the highlight of our trip and although we would have liked more time to explore the coastline properly this was a really good test to see what traveling with a toddler is like. Ayana just blew us away with how much she just went with the flow. There was no time for her usual three hour afternoon nap so she just snoozed when she could, had no problem going to sleep in different rooms at night and let us drag her in and out of the car every ten minutes to admire another lookout. On the whole it was a raging success and I foresee many road trips both here and afar in the future!
All photos were taken by myself and Nic.