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  From the Great Ocean Road to Tasmania ~ 17 

Here I come, Australia, to witness Power of The Lord, and to admire the beauty of Nature.

Being Second-in-Command, London Bridge reigns the scenery, beyond The 12 Apostles.

As King, no doubt, One True King, the 12 Apostles holds supremacy and second to none.

While London Bridge, I say a Lovely Queen, gently illuminates the splendid shore as well.

The story first goes back to The Arch, where we somehow haven't fully stretched its glory.

A Ring, emerging above the sea. The Arch echos, more or less, the possibility of Eternity.

Elegent, vigorous, and a bit naughty. She's a young Princess, shows no ordinary manner.

Pacing back and forth, we embrace the shining green and blue, as sipping mixed Nectar.

Release my melancholy in air. Let the wind sweep it away, then drown it down the ocean.

It's long been known that, the possession of wealth is temporary, leads to no satisfaction.

Nevertheless, most of us are vulnerable to be haunted, and so easily yield to Materialism.

We, Proletariat, should remind ourselves from time to time, that all that glitters is not gold.

For a great mind of human must constantly be refreshed with the vast infinity of Universe.

"I would rather die of passion than of boredom" said Vincent van Gogh. And do you copy?

I say I would rather die seeing everything, being poor; than die seeing nothing, being rich.

Some girl answers the Great call; meanwhile her boyfriend is just busy swiping his phone.

What a pity of the Phubbbers. How foolish he is to forsake the Real but stick to the vanity.

Afterwards, we launched to the next scenic lookout, London Bridge. Not far from the Arch.

Of course this "London Bridge" is not located in British territory, nor is there a Real bridge.

That's the first image of London Bridge, just as those photographs we've seen via the net.

However, long time ago, or before 1990, this London Bridge didn't look like what it is now.

The big flat rock hanging on the right hand side was once connected to the mainland left.

At that time, it did shape as a bridge with an arch. So tourists could even walk along on it.

Some day, the arch suddenly collapsed. Thus, London Bridge was "Actually" falling down.

Hence, there is no bridge anymore. Maybe in the near future, alas, also nothing anymore.

The funniest heresay about the collapse is that, two tourists were trapped on the big rock.

They were luckily rescued by the helicopter, but it turned out to be, an exposé of an Affair.

This story tells us that never take your mistress, oh no! I mean wife to somewhere unsafe.

Let's have another view from the helicopter over the sea. The rock is surely quite a sight.

Now you know there is something that money cannot buy. I will say it's Heavenly Beauty.

Hear the wind whisper your mind, and feel the waves touching the heart. That is freedom.

There are two viewing platforms along the dazzling shore, but soon both kind of crowded.

Familar language rushed into our ears. We have no choice but escape to another retreat.

Step out the bush, you will see this secret trail leads to an open scene, Quiet and Solitary.

As a giant dragon, swings its tail stirring the ocean, so untamed, fierce, and wild in a rage.

Oh How I love this picturesque landscape. I would rather walk into it for a thousand times.

Than lower my head, submitting my eyesight to such a Tiny-Shit, meaningless flat screen.

I hope Great minds think alike. A shallow bay cannot hold the profound, deep blue ocean.

Yet again a monologue it will be. Echoes from a soul mate are easier than from the dumb.

The next place we visit is The Grotto, which means a cave near coast, formed by erosion.

It's another evidence for the abundence in scenery of the magnificent Great Ocean Road.

Compared to The Twelve Apostles and London Bridge, fewer tourists come to this Grotto.

Surely, I don't mind at all. Because "it's better to send five lions than five hundred sheep."

That's my favorite line of Rambo III. Rambo, tough, flaming and rocky, just like the Grotto.

The shadow of the stairway is full of Geometry illusions, that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

That cave, as you can see, though nothing particular, is the main chacracter of the Grotto.

But standing at this corner is so overwhelming, as listening an orchestra playing powerful.

Down these stairs you will reach the bottom of Grotto. A salty smell spreads within the air.

Well, this geographical features remind us of Iceland, where the same erosion also exists.

それでも，the easy and nice sunshine in Australia, makes me wanna say, Iceland sucks.

✧ 那時候，我只剩下勇敢 ✧