This is almost unbelievable. An Australian meat pie made and eaten in Vietnam thanks to the lovely people at Phong Nha Farm Stay.
A beef satay and beef steak pie from a bakery in Bunbury and eaten at the railway station. Dreadful weather – cold wet and windy. A train ride back to Perth will be a pleasure.
‘Bad but good’ from Balingup General Stores. We camped at the town’s oval as we head north back to Perth.
Finally a ‘contender’. A beef and cheese topped delight from Cafe Brasil in Pemberton.
At the Nullup Village Store, the last place anywhere on the road to Pemberton. A beef and potatoe with a chicken and corn.
We rode on through empty roads, warm weather and signs directing us, if needed, to natural sources of water. The bush, to either side, was old and scared by fire but thick with the succession of new green Gum trees set against the blackened giants that had survived.
This country, the Scott River, was only opened up in 1968. It felt frontier like with new roads and nothing but dirt tracks off them. We camped in the D’Entrecasteaux National Park, a 101kms for the day after leaving Augusta earlier in the morning.
Grace Town. Beef and onion and Chilli Beef. Watching the breakers.
Cheese and bacon, with a beef and onion. Hyden’s Wave Rock Bush Bakehouse.
It’s been a while – chicken satay in York.
Someone else eyeing up my chunky beef pie at Grandma Shield’s Bakery in Lorne – last stop on the Great Ocean Road.