I took a train to Geelong, a bus to Torquay… And I started walking along the road, with my thumb up.

After a few kilometers, someone picked me up and my day began.

I cannot even remember how many drivers picked me up, locals or travelers alike, driving me for a couple or dozens of kilometers. I finally ended up in Port Campbell before dark, right behind the Port Campbell National Park where the Twelve Apostles are situated; I found a hostel, took a room, and after I learned the supermarkets where closed and I had to pay a hefty price in a restaurant for my only meal of the day, I happily discovered and instantly cleaned out the “free food” section of the fridge, always full because of the tours stopping by and making enough food for entire armies. Not a lot of people apparently do the Great Ocean Road on their own, but again, the world showed me that luck rewards you when you believe in it.

Le freestyle, y’a que ça de vrai.
(Bob)

Yeah, if I were Greek, I would be a priest of Fortuna.

Once back in Melbourne in the evening, I said goodbye to Brody before heading towards Holmesglen, the suburb where Bailey had finally moved, sharing a house with friends of hers. She hosted me for my last few nights in Australia – and, at last, our roads parted as I took the train, then the bus, that would bring me to Melbourne Airport.