Happee Monkee

Give me a minute to wipe the dust off my keyboard. I think I see dust bunnies dancing around my blog. I’m sorry for not blogging for so long and thank you for being so patient with me. The last few months have been ‘alive’ for me. Things happening. Life running. Y’know… stuff.

I’ve finally edited some of the photos I took in Portland – a  dear 362 kilometres from Melbourne. Mr. G was invited to play in a weekend symphony festival and while he rehearsed with the rest of the crew, I took me on a self-guided tour around the charming town of just 11,000. The locals were one of the friendliest I’ve met and to be honest, if I was living surrounded with such beauty every day, I would be a jolly person myself.

Even Mother Nature seem to be friendlier here – with blue skies and big beautiful rainbow waiting to greet me.

I was happy to sit by the beach listening to the waves crash, watch the dogs play and the seagulls fly. But there was so much to take in in Portland. The information ladies told me that a mother whale and her calf was spotted nearby just the day before. They said I might be lucky to catch a glimpse of them from the World War II Memorial Lookout Tower.

There was only one person manning it. Old and almost deaf, I found an old man half-asleep and half-listening to a crackling radio. He was a charmer and after taking my two-dollars as entrance fee, switched the lights on so I could find my way up. The tower was filled with a spooky green-yellowish light and WW2 memorabilia. The gloomy wartime posters and news didn’t quite match the happy blue skies outdoors, but when I finally reached the top of the tower, there was a breathtaking and spectacular 360 view of Portland. No such luck as to finding the mother and her baby, but I’m not one to complain.

Mr. G and I set off early the next morning to do our own exploration. We took a short stroll along the wilderness of Great South West Walk (no photos yet but bear with me).  Together, we saw blowholes, sweeping ocean views and ancient lava formations.

I’ve been on the Great Ocean Road several times now but there’s always something new to discover. It’s an amazing, wild, rugged, harsh and beautiful journey that has left me hoping that my children might just be as lucky to enjoy it as I once did.

I remember my parents telling me about the rivers that they’d jumped in and trees that they’d climbed in their childhood hometowns, but I never had the chance to see it because the same rivers are now polluted and the trees are gone. It would be very bleak indeed if it was all the glory of nature has been stripped and pillaged. Then, there would be nothing left standing for our children but our mistakes.

I know that there is still hope. There are many people who still cares for the world and the environment. We’re learning to take responsibilities and action to reverse our carbon prints. So my heart glimmers with a ray of sunshine and I know that life will be better.

Because there will always be rainbows.

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