TWELVE APOSTLES (POEM AND TRAVEL)

Last week we tagged along with my daughter and her three young children for a ten-day visit to Melbourne. We rented a nine-seater van, with proper seats for the kids, and GPS. We spent about eight days in a friend’s bungalow. Their generosity and hospitality was overwhelming, and over extended in many ways that we could never match. At arrival at the Airport before midday, we received news that there was an attempted break-in into my house, but no entry and nothing was stolen, except some damages to the doors. The weather was cold, but no rain. We took the opportunity to drive to Phillip Island, and to the Coast the following day.It was a great sight. We are all thrilled by the penguins, and the cliffs and beaches.

TWELVE APOSTLES

 

Fair dinkum, mate.

We have some drinks.

And can still walk straight.

You can’t count and think.

There’s eight, not twelve, apostles.

Nine stacks, before the mind boggles.

It’s all for tourism and marketing.

A stunning coast needs no proper naming.

Beauty is engraved on the cliffs and velvety sand,

When you stroll with love ones hand-in-hand.

strong waves, full of energy to sculp

the kids love to climb stairs

aging test

kids are just as stunned by the awesome sight

A “broken London Bridge”.

beautiful surf and sea

the arch – insert your own meaning

beautiful beach, but no swimmers

some of the apostcles on the hill view

meditation hut

another two apostcles

The great sign board

The Apostles. Don’t ask me where is Peter.

A monk’s muddy hut or cave, cool windy day, with intermittent rain

the great erosion

The only penguins we were allowed to flash, not sure whether it was made in China

entry to the beech. We still have time to take some hot dogs and coffee

Little did we realised the little penguins march all the way from the sea, and borrow their homes high on ground.

another creative piece

Another two apostles in different directions

Strong waves , full of energy

the kids simply love to climb

kids are stunned by the view