Oooooooooo! The Aussie's don't like the latest survey........

We awake as its so bright in the van, blimey have we over slept, No in fact it's only 6.20am but the sun is shining through the back curtains, that's a good omen I say as someone else buries her head under the sheet....  Watching Breakfast TV and they give the result of some Swiss survey about the best countries to live in, UK came 3rd whilst Australia came 6th........  They do not like it but only mention the beaches and the sun versus the English rain as to being their reasons, nothing about Culture, Sophistication, Country side, Comfort, Professionalism or the ability to buy whatever with ease without travelling miles. Yes I agree that in some of the cities there are some of the things I mention but in the main, in the Towns, no chance...... I for one would not give up the UK for Australia if Spain decided they did not want me, that is.
An example of what I mean is, in the publicity brochure for a beach that has been voted as having the whitest sand in Australia it states, " make sure you have a barista coffee on the beach at Lucky Bay with Lucky Bean Cafe". Now what sort of picture does that conjure up in your mind?
In mine and you would think I should have learnt by now, I had visions of a wooden building with an outside veranda overlooking the whitest sands possible, with several Costa Coffee type Baristas rushing around preparing meals, drinks in a comfortable dining environment, no not quite, we get the Aussie version:

Anyways we set off for Cape le Grand National Park, it's Sunny, it's dry and it's all on sealed road, whilst en-route we get to pass another publicised tourist attraction, Esperance Stonehenge, a replica of how it looked nearly Four thousand years ago, it's basically in a farmers back yard and it costs 10 dollars to have said look...... 

Just a bit further down the road we see this letter box:

We also see some stunning beaches, that in our opinion certainly on the day and it did rain yesterday, has whiter sand than lucky beach, what lucky beach did have was kangaroos on it, they were wild but obviously used to humans as they approached anyone who was eating and allowed you to pet them......
So after we had managed to stop giggling like school girls at the Barista Coffee Cafe had a walk along the beach we decided on lunch being at Frenchmans Peak, a Granite peak of 262m with a 'hole' cave passing through it at the top.  Only one of us wants to do the climb and so I set off on what is described as a gentle slope...... This gentle slope has my heart beating at 168 bpm and I am certainly puffing, it's the steepest lump of rock I have ever walked up, there is no path it's just a wall of rock, much more so than Javea's Montgo....... My heart beating at that rate was all due to the exertion and had nothing to do with the well endowed young lady in a bikini I met at the top......
We get back and go Sea lion and Seal hunting on the Great Ocean drive but fail miserably so with the prospect of going somewhere grubby for a drink we decide against it and go back to watch Friends on TV with a beer from the fridge, when I'm told in the nicest possible way, " You Stink " I forget the beer and shower instead............. 

    Frenchmans Peak

    Hellfire Bay