A curved edge

Oh gosh, turquoise.makes.my.heart.melt.
And an annoying voice in my head says, no.that’s.prussian.blue.


Alright, here is the rocky line to split the turquoise from the prussian blue.


I love looking at mother nature’s colours, they are so fascinating. There is some form of logic in their formation, yet it is a bizarre mix of so many different factors that it would take ten thousand geniuses to map them out.

These are pics from our Big Sur road trip, and also the day that many epiphanies dawned on me. It was a good five years ago, but there are some realisations that I can never forget (partly also because it means there are some stupidities that I can never forget).  Memories are such weird things. They lurk / swim somewhere in our brain-space, and then when something similar appears, it triggers a little snap hook and latches on the connection, and then, Oops. Nostalgia.

Just imagine for a moment: if I had told you this is Great Ocean Road, what would you say? Or think? It looks very much like the Apostles, maybe a more worn out version. The earlier picture above reminds me so much of Sealers Cove (Wilson’s Promontory),  which was the first time ever I took a road trip independent of my family and also the first time ever that I bushwalked and camped in the great outdoors, and also the first time ever that I saw and played with wild parrots.

Strike1: I realised that we share the same Pacific Ocean, and that if Whale X swims from the SF Bay Area (California, US) to the Prom (Victoria, Australia), we could be looking at the same whale!

Strike2: I realised that the horizon is curved. Never noticed it before until he pointed it out, yet it makes so much logical sense since the earth is round.

Strike3: I realised that we must never gauge the distance of a terrain-ous road as we would with a straight road. Makes so much logical sense that I have no idea how I could mess that up (especially when I have planned so many hilly integrated resorts. Tsk).

Strike4: (I cheat – this being from the most recent trip) I realised that we share the same (or similar) Eucalyptus, and eucalyptus smells the same everywhere. I felt very very at home, and the smell was so very familiar. Sniff sniff. Oh, eucalyptus everywhere. But why don’t they have Koalas?

What I miss most about that trip? I was gorging myself crazy with pancakes, ice creams and oysters. SiGH.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Deb Whittam says:

    Koalas only like a particular variety of eucalyptus

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Hehe yea. I remember them as the “blue ones”, cos they grow on Blue Mountains and the Koalas look so blue (drunken and sleepy).
      The reason why Koalas and most marsupials are only in Australia is because they managed to survive the lower order mammals there.

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      1. Deb Whittam says:

        We call them drop bears. Just another random fact

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      2. leapingtoes says:

        HAHAHAHAH!!! Drop bears are the perfect name. Ouch, but perfect fit.


  2. curioussteph says:

    Beautiful part of the country. They’ve had a lot of landslides since then, road trips are more challenging, although I think most of highway 1 is open again. Australia remains on my list to visit, now another reason, comparing coastlines!

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Oh I see. Must be pretty challenging, I remember it being just two-lanes.
      The two coastlines are very majestic in their own ways – flora, fauna – and how the man then chose to lay the roads also makes a huge difference to the experience.
      Go go go! It’s not as far as I used to think. 😀


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