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Reisverslag Driving Marley
6 mei 2014
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But before I spend dedicated time writing about New Zealand experiences, I just have to tell you about worlds most epic roadtrip. After a, maybe not last, but therefore not less emotional goodbye at surfcamp I flew down to Melbs, waiting for little bambi to arrive. Long day of travel for the both of us and there was Seta, fresh from Noosa and full of stories! Both dying for a latte (me being oblivious to the fact that her famous chocolate sprinkles were about to change my life) and a cigaret we wondered into town, chatted, laughed, got lost and laughed again. I missed you! The first day she already managed to convince me to come back to Sydney once more and live with her for a week after our trip. Why the hell not? Had a week to kill and it gave us the opportunity to surprise the hell out of the surfcamp crew.
The next two days we spent wondering through Melbourne. What an amazing place. You have to forget everything your parents ever taught you, ad go down every creepy little alley that you can find. The dodgier the better. Something that might look like a trampy, back of fastfood restaurant dumpster storage where kickass might show up and try and save some poor human from being beaten up kind of alley, will blow your mind if you just wander around the corner. The most beautiful graffiti EVERYWHERE. The amount of times that we looked at each other and just said: 'how the hell did they get up THERE?' Buildings, walls, floors, dumpsters, they were all alive. You could walk past an entire jungle, and then be looking at a 20 story high African man with glistering eyes. How? Nobody knows.
And then the coffee, the food, the organic juice bars... Little bistro's everywhere, for all I knew I could have been walking through a little village in France or Italy, that's how much it looked like Europe. Except you're in a big Australian City. Mind blowing. Melbourne really takes coffee to the next level. Every morning we'd sit down for bit and enjoy the street life with a latte. Busking everywhere, so live music for entertainment.
After a full day of walking and exploring, followed by a 'surprise secret ingredient' smoothie, we're still dreaming about seducing the scrawny Asian guy behind the counter to get the recipe, we ended up drinking an playing some classic Canadian flip-cup in the hostel kitchen. A hostel so alive that I feel sorry for the people cleaning it in the mornings. And made our way to Cherry Bar, a perfect little hipster bar down in one of the creepy alleys. Completely hidden but still so popular that people were queuing all the way up to the main street, a queu that we managed to skip for some reason (props to the Canadian guys). My kind of place, you spend the whole night dancing to the Jackson Five with weirdass hippies in fur coats, then suddenly realise what your doing and think you're a hundred percent sure that you have been teleported by some timemachine. But then the next crazy song comes on, someone kisses you on the cheek with bright red lipstick and commands you to pass it along and you forget about it again. What an epic night.
Day two was ANZAC day, remembrance day in Australia. The streets were so busy that we did well to go and spend the day in St Kilda. A tramride of hell made better by our famous green 'boost', we arrived in the beautiful little side town. More exploring, coffee and a little wine, grapes, brie, hummous picknick on the beach. We also 'accidentally' walked into a tattoo shop. Coincidence? Nope. Finally got my little tat (backpacker cliches I warned everyone about made complete), nah just kidding. I couldn't be happier :) And Sets got her rook done, even after she was specifically told and advised not to by the guy haha. Stubborn little bad ass, pierced through the bone. Anyhow, we must have entertained the guys in the shop because we got invited back to their place for drinks after! After a not so successful walk and a desperate phone call (just around the cornah my ass) we got picked up and made it back to their place. Only to discover that they own a rockclimbing wall and multiple fireman sliding pipes to replace the purpose of stairs. Entertainment for the night made complete.
And then finally it was time for our Great Ocean Road roadtrip! Trying to get to our the car rental place from the hostel with heavy backpacks was a nightmare, we tend to have a talent for walking every long street in the wrong direction. But we got there, and our wicked car was waiting. A crappy little thing with no heating or space to sleep (and Melbourne's coooold). Talked to the guy and got a upgrade for the little amount of 50 bucks. Don't ask me how it happend, we still can't believe it ourselves. We now had a bigger car, heating, a sound system, Bob Marley, full cooking/camping equipment and last but not least a TENT on the roof. We quickly decided that setting up the tent or the cooker was not an option as this was a girls only roadtrip and with the lack of manpower we would probably either brake or fail to put them back together again. But we could easily sleep in the back and we both prefered our diet of carrots and peanut butter anyway, so the tent just functioned as decoration that attracked funny lookes on the highway. Everyone happy.
I couldn't have been driving along the most beautiful scenery, beaches, surfspots and shops, jungles, the famous twelve apostles, koalas, kangaroos and lighthouses with a better person that Sets. We enjoyed every single little bit of it and never forgot to appreciate anything. Feeling on top of the world (or maybe more on the edge) and music to top it all off (awimbaway awimbaway, awimbaway awimbaway) we made it all the way to Port Campbell and back. Accomodation was Marley and some hippy commune campsite in the woods that believe it or not, a security guard told us about. During the drive up through the woods I was completely convinced that we were part of some freaky horror movie called 'The Wrong Turn' or 'Dead End', but it all worked out and we ended up roasting marshmellows by a campfire fellow wicked camper travellers had kindly set up.
Everything, literally everything on this little roadtrip was better than we could have imagined. Apart from maybe the little popped (and when I say popped I mean ripped) tire on the way back combined with a flight we had to make 3 hours later. But even that worked out, credit to Seta the mum and some lovely French couple on holiday, can't say I was very calm about it...
Thank you my lovely for making the last two weeks amazing. We made it all happen and I'll see you soon! I just spent a whole day exploring beautiful Auckland and am jumping on a bus up North first thing in the morning. Travelling through both the North and South island, what will you bring to me New Zealand?
6 mei 2014 18:15 | Door: Marieke Ursem
Very very proud of you :-) Go for it girl! And remember 'Be careful out there' x