We left Lakes Entrance next morning, heading back towards Melbourne before turning onto the Swan Reach Road then the Great Alpine Road. We stopped in Bruthen for a break and we thought it was a lovely town. This rail bridge was still in use until the Orbost train line was truncated to Bairnsdale in 1987.
Too early for the roses, but they must be glorious when in bloom.
The remains of a RAAF jet which crashed near Bruthen in 1958.
A couple of fine Bruthen buildings.
Every country town has a war memorial and this one is rather good. Sorry about the missing top.
Suddenly old cars appeared. Where are the all going? Not to the Buchan Caves I hope.
A not quite as old Leyland P76, a much underated and unsuccessful car in Australia.
We are now in Buchan and isn't this a wonderful photo of Charlotte Pass in the Snowy Mountains.
The parkland and setting at the Buchan Caves were very nice, although we had to be careful to avoid the kangaroo droppings spread liberally around.
We met our guide who gave us a few warnings, mainly about ducking our heads. One chap in the small group forgot and ended up with a bloodied head. I took a lot of photos which I won't bore you with but these are the better ones.
The cave tunnels you walk along are quite cramped and ducking all the time does nothing for your back.
It was quite humid and warm inside the caves. I did wear a jacket but it wasn't necessary. It is easier with one though as things can be easily stuffed into pockets.
The reddish colour comes from iron. The heat from lamps was causing some trouble to the caves, but now LED lighting is used and of course is cool.
We were warned not to touch, but when no-one was watching, I tapped this with my knuckle and it was hard as a rock.
I'm afraid one of Red's country bakeries did not live up to her standard, but we had to eat. This is the local pub opposite where we were sitting.
Beautiful, yes? East Gippsland can be very dry, but it was lusciously green when we were there.
We left Buchan and took the Bruthen to Nowa Nowa Road which joined to the Princes Highway and continued on with a brief leg stretch in Orbost. We passed a nice place to stop on the river but too late to stop and we couldn't be bothered going back so we stopped opposite a school and watched the sheep and lambs.
It had been quite a bit of driving for the day but we arrived in Mallacoota mid afternoon and checked into our motel. I had requested upstairs with a view and that is what we got. It was lovely sitting out on the walkway and watching the birdlife, especially the blue wrens.
We drove down to the waterfront to see what is to be seen. It was very peaceful. We bought cereal, bread and milk for breakfast in our motel and it was one of three times when we succumbed to take away food. Once McDonalds for lunch, once KFC chicken for dinner and for our night in Mallacoota we bought a take away pizza. It was very ordinary. Apart from plunger coffee at our friend's in Mallacoota, we had not had a half decent cup of coffee since leaving Melbourne, and it just got worse.
Mallacoota is also a fishing and tourist town. We could detect the weather was getting warmer as we moved up the coast.
Pelicans hung around the boat ramp, no doubt waiting for fishers to return and perhaps receive some fish.
Fishing line discarded into the sea can be disastrous for marine life. We saw several of these containers in different popular fishing towns, a great initiative.
By eleven we were sound asleep.