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Torquay, Great Ocean Road




Hello and Happy Anzac Day long weekend. As Monday is a holiday for us here in Victoria, we are off - yes you guessed it - to the beach! Thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with my mammoth April A to Z blogging adventure Wandering Victoria*. I am attempting to post every day, except Sunday and so far so good. I really appreciate all of you who have been with me for the ride all along!



Today I'm taking you to the surfing capital of Australia, home of the world famous Bells Beach and the official start of the Great Ocean Road, Torquay. I forgot to mention there is a dress code for today. Oops sorry, you need to be in your board shorts, you're going to look at tad out of place wearing anything else. You see boardies were invented here!

Aren't you lucky I've suggested Torquay and not Boobs or Winkipop to visit today?
So we have been in a Mini, on a bus visiting Spa country, on jet skis in Gippsland, on a surfboard on the Mornington Peninsula, in a limo, on a bicycle in King Valley, on the Sorrento to Queenscliff ferry but I think it's time to pick up the adventure, so how do you fancy the extreme sport of kiteboarding in Torquay? This is, after all, virtual travel at it's best.


Say yes and you will soon be flying through the air harnessing the power of the wind which will propel us across the water, above us is a large kite, strapped to our feet a small surfboard. 
Weeeeeeeeeee... 

Doesn't that sound like something everyone should try at least once in their lives?


Torquay has a great sandy beach to launch ourselves from and Danger Point, saying that quickly in case any of you wimp out at the name, will give us some flat water near the point and some decent waves rolling for us to have quite a ride. 

So it's back into those wetsuits, I'm afraid!


Danger Point is a fantastic spot to watch all the actions of the kiteboarders and we were absolutely transfixed by the height and the speed of the riders. I think we will soon be able to do some tricks and ariels, maybe not on purpose, but let's see how we do. 



You are going to love this, the wind in your hair, the exhilaration, being able to recount the story of the day you were at Torquay in full flight over the waves, mastering your board grabs, doing a 'Indy', or a 'Stalefish', the 'slob', or a 'Nuke.' 

Woo Hoo just look at you go!



You know it's a good time to learn the sport, as they are hoping it will soon be represented at the Olympics, maybe even nudging out windsurfing.... I mean how boring is Windsurfing, why travel on the water when you could fly above it? Look at us, if we all do well enough we could all be representing our various countries at the 2020 Olympics - Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Before I go, I want to share with you a couple of Aussie critter photos, which were taken at Lorne, further down the Great Ocean Rd. Don't you just love this Kookaburra playing king of the castle.



Or what about the parrots enjoying brunch, would needs bird food when you can have a feast like this! Thank you, Marina, for the photos.

Sulphur-crested cockatoos normally eat seeds, but are happy with richer picking too!


Thank you for joining me as part of my Wander Victoria* April A to Z challenge.
I appreciate your visits!
PS: * Wander Victoria is an initiative of our Victorian State Government to encourage us to explore the charms of regional Victoria. You can find out more on my previous post here


Sharing with the following :

Saturday's Critters - thanks Eileen
Blue Monday - thanks Jeanne

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