Anyways, with driving along the Great Ocean Rd. came the token visits to the touristy coastal landmarks, amongst others - the twelve apostles, otherwise known as "a couple of giant rocks sticking out of the ocean that tourists spend six hours driving from the city to see". I also affectionately call it "that place with all those damn freaking FLIES!"
But despite this being either the sixth or sixtieth time I've come to see them, it still fills me with a sense of awe. Most of you probably already know that I go through more digital camera memory than an arts student going through cheap vending machine-dispensed condoms. I take pictures of anything remotely photogenic. Whereas my kiddy days were spent pleading with Mum and Dad to take me to the go-karts or the wooden maze, these days I'd rather adventure through many different places, visiting as many geographical sightseeing wonders as I can.
So how do a couple of rocks seen multiple times still interest me? Well, it's all about the perspective. Seeing something this large and grand puts me in my place. It makes me realise that hey, you're nothing but a tiny little atom of a grain of sand in this speck of the solar system, in this little corner of the universe. Whatever little worry or stress you have seems like nothing in the grand scheme of things. Yes, it does make me sound like a little pansy, or even worse - a hippy. But that's what it does. It's part of the reason why I feel like travelling and visiting places like the Himalayas or the Pyramids or the Grand Canyon.
