It’s been a long time, getting from there to here, but for me, I really feel that this is the final frontier. In these voyages, I have travelled so far, so much further than I ever thought I would. It has been my continuous mission to seek out a new life for myself and a different way of living, and although I may not have gone anywhere no man has gone before, I’ve often felt like it.
Now, however, I’m beginning to feel that it’s time to settle down. On my wanderings, I passed through a town hosting a conference, and had a very strange conversation with a man who kept proclaiming that the town had the best conference venues regional Victoria has to offer. In fairness to him, he’d had several rather large glasses of beer at that point, but his drunken raving caused me to reflect. Until that time, I hadn’t even been entirely sure I was in Victoria. I try to avoid the beaten track as much as possible, preferring to move through the bush and live off the land, but this can sometimes be a disorientating way to live.
When I enquired as to the name of the town, he looked surprised, although through the fog of hops and barley I’m not altogether surprised, and replied solemnly that it was Lorne, and that he himself was staying at the greatest of the Great Ocean Road hotels. I tried to wrestle the name of it out of him, but this task proved almost impossible. I walked the man back to his lodgings, and caught the name at the reception, but it took most of my strength just to persuade him in through the front door and I find now that it’s entirely slipped my mind.
Walking through the streets at night, Lorne had a certain ambiance I found extremely inviting. I think I shall stay here for a while.