In the streets of Adelaide, Jacarandas are in bloom. They illuminate the city with their blue-purple flowers. Even the least beautiful streets seem to offer an idyllic vision. It reminds me of Japan and its cherry blossoms. At the exception that in Australia the appearance of flowers does not seem to move the inhabitants so much.
After Kangaroo Island I’m back in Adelaide for a week. It is very hot and humid. It’s really the beginning of the summer and I’m in pain just to think that here the normal temperature during the summer is around 35°C. This is much more than what I consider my ideal temperature (rather around 25°). I decided to drive to the state of New South Wales to go blueberry fruit-picking during the month of December. I give myself ten days on the road to travel the kilometers.
And here I am, rolling along the coast and the famous Great Ocean Road. Walks, free campsites and work in librairies is my daily schedule. It’s hot. It’s cold. Sun then clouds. A quiet night. A noisy night. I drive, I drive but I do not know if I like it actually. There are too many tourists on the roads. And there is something that os bothering me. An impression of emptiness that seems to grow in my mind.
The 12 Apostles, the most famous place on the Great Ocean Road, stand in the sunset light. About two hundred people are strafing the landscape. It is true that the view is beautiful. The limestone towers once part of the cliffs are nibbled by the sea. Surrounded by sea mist, the place seems mysterious.
But other than that, nothing extraordinary along the road, I think. Or I’m maybe not in the right state of mind. Many questions are growing in my head. About my trip and what I would like to do. As often since I travel, the most interesting thing is in the end the observation of the animals and birds.