Editor’s note: I made a small blog related goal to write stories while it’s still hot, not more than a month after it happened. That way I hope I get to practice my writing and experience life more.
This time last month, last year, we went on a road trip, a quintessential to the Aussie, with another couple. We drove to a small town, three hours from Melbourne, called Wangaratta. We saw a few dead kangaroos on the side of the road, they must have been hit while crossing the road. I made a mental note to share this part with Che. It was unpleasant to see, but I guess that’s another authentic Aussie thing to experience.
Wangaratta, aka the cathedral city, was incomparable to any place I have been to before. Maybe this was an aged portrayal of Australia town, decades before it turned into a metropolis.
The main event of this trip was the King Valley winery, unfortunately it was closed as it’s a summer holiday season in the down under. We almost couldn’t find a place that’s open for lunch and ended up waiting under the sun for a good half hour for a table at Cafe Derailleur. It was worth it though, as it’s the best pulled pork burger I have ever tasted. Yum!
Also, it didn’t matter much that we couldn’t do planned things because we truly enjoyed the company.
Next stop was Woolshed Falls. Again, it was another completely new thing for me. I have seen waterfalls before, but it’s always been dominated by greenery, like the Madakaripura waterfall in Surabaya. But this was more rocky and barren.
But it was still tempting to jump into.
If I was a local, I’d definitely hang out and blog here as it’s daymn-cozy.
I hope there are going to be more road trips in the near future and I hope I didn’t weird them couple out too much and that they would still want to hang out with me.