Innuendo and Hitch Hiking

16/08/11

Fuck me I’m stiff is what chicken wakes up to. Realising the innuendo we collapse laughing and chicken counts himself lucky that it was a mishap of the tongue. After a breakfast of cuppa soup and chocolate we set off for what is the most stunning walk of the three days. Standing high on the cliffs we can see for miles around. The sun is out the sea is twinkling and yesterday’s hard slog is forgotten. Well at least in the mind. Our limbs still remind us every step. I recall being 18 and carrying a pack for three days and not being as stiff as this. Oh dear am I getting old. We decide its use the effect of being upside down as opposed to the aging process.

We arrive at the lighthouse which promises stunning views and even better a café where we can have hot nice food. Only one thing stands between us and the feast for the eyes and belly… the steep admission fee. Even our best British ascent plea to just access the café and eat lots draws a blank response from the lady behind the till. Or sadness is soon forgotten though as we find the double chocolate and caramel ice cream and sit down to admire the view though the fence.

We had planned to take a hideously expensive taxi back to Apollo Bay but deciding we were brave adventurous travellers we embarked upon the idea of hitch hiking. I am soon dispatched to charm the locals and get us a ride back and upon the second asking our savour is found. Richard a beaded New Zealander is heading our way in a 4x4 with more than enough room for us. We are soon on our way back to civilization and 30 minutes later we are installed in the, local pub drinking a jug or two of beer. Bliss.

After trudging to the campsite, pitching the tent, having a hot yes hot shower and a nap we head back into town for a game of cards in the warm inviting pub. Dinner is delicious not only because it’s the first hot meal we have had in a few days but also because the food is good. A few beers later and we realise its 3 hours past our usual 7pm camping bed time so we hit the sack for our last night under canvas.