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Zzzzzzzzzz A to Z Challenge


Well here we have it, we have reached Z 
on my April A to Z Wandering Victoria* challenge.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah**, Zip-a-dee-Yea! 

My, oh, my ....what a wonderful day...
here in Victoria!

Blairgowrie dog beach, Mornington Peninsula
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way 

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-Yea (Yay!)

Queenscliff - Sorrento Ferry
Hey Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder 
It's the truth, it's actual... 
everything is satisfactual

Crazy Poodle with bird on shoulder, admires the route and giveaways!

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-Yea (Yay!)
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day

Map: Google maps and Travellerspoint 
You can find my full-size interactive map here at Travel Map at Travellerspoint.

Above you will see our month of travels. Together we covered 2009 km / 1248 miles. We look like we took some crazy penguin route! As you can see, if you click on the Travel Map link above, we have only covered a fraction of the state.

Talking of penguins, by and large, I have not taken you to the major regional Victorian tourist locations. Those such as Phillip Island Nature Park (for the fairy penguins), Twelve Apostles on the Great Ocean Road, the Grampians, Puffing Billy steam train in the Dandenongs or Sovereign Hill Goldrush town, I will leave for another day. I have instead, shared with you some of our family favourite destinations from around Victoria, together with a few gems we found together! 

Thank you for joining me on my Wander Victoria* April A to Z Challenge 
and for all the encouragement along the way, it means a lot. 
I will be back next week with the wrap-up

Sign off for now with a big ZZZZzzzzzz.



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.




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