Roadtrip, Day 8

Disaster. After an evening in the god-forsaken town of Warrnambool, just up the coast at the end of the Great Ocean Road, Amy was ill most of the night. Maybe it was due to the heat or dehydration, or a combination of that with the KFC we ate for dinner. (Turns out it was the flu. See 1/3/08 entry.)

The town we stayed in used to serve as a whaling and sealing station, but now it seemed to survive on tourism, though we found little worth stopping for. No restaurants were open; the streets were dead, which we found strange for a Friday night.

Another oddity: why was nobody wearing shoes? We sat and tried to eat our chicken dinner, but were kind of disgusted by customer after customer who came into the restaurant without shirt or shoes. This was obviously commonplace, but we’re so used to “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service.” Needless to say, we felt very out of place as entire families came in, barefoot, from the mall parking lot to get dinner.

After a sleepless night, we beelined east towards Sydney, crossing the sate of Victoria in sizzling 40 degree Celsius temperatures! Rolling fields, occasional trees, we’re edging along what feels like Outback.

Aussie Word of the Day:
bloody scorcher = really hot day