You thought all of the travelers just vanished didn’t you? Or maybe you thought the teller of the tales did not survive the last adventure? Or maybe their Internet went down for days because of a giant buffalo stampede?
I am here now to tell you that none of these things happened.
The small convoy proceeded to execute their schedule just as predicted.
It was a cool May morning when the rested travelers awoke. Their isolated hostel in Port Fairy had proven to be a brilliant decision on the Wandering Walford’s part. Crawling out of their warm beds at 8:00 AM, they dressed appropriately for the drizzly day (not including always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda, of course) and loaded into their trusty steeds for another action-packed day on the south coast of the land down under.
Their first epic stop on the ironically spontaneous itinerary, was MACCAS! (the Australian Macdonald’s) After filling their bellies with food they would later regret, they set off for WINDY LAND. Upon arrival, always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda and Parrotmaster Patrick jolted ahead of the group with utmost excitement, immediately hurdling over the metal cable fence surrounding a rocky peak and jogged out onto the peninsula. With a large portion of their focus being spent on not being blown off into the angry waters below, they managed to snag a few priceless pictures of the views little seen by the public. 
The next destination to be conquered was THE GROTTO…DUN DUN DUN! This is a place of both good and bad memories, a place of life and death, but mostly life. Upon arrival, they anxiously spread out among the area, some daring to explore down below, others poking around the upper stretches. The Wandering Walford chose the top center of the arch, of all places. All of the sudden, hit by a surge of curiousity, the Wandering Walford began frantically throwing stones into the pool below. In the middle of this throwing frenzy, the camera that was securely looped around her wrist, became not securely looped around her wrist. It was like slow motion what happened next. “NOOOOO” echoed in the head the Wandering Walford as she watched her camera bounce off the rocks several times before making the seemingly eternal fall into the blue pool of death below. 
“DEVIN NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” was all over-dressed-for-the-weather- Woda could think. After the Wandering Walford asked “can I cry?” (which the answer to was YES) Parrotmaster Patrick went down into the icy water and retrieved the thirsty camera.
After recovering the camera, it was determined that the memory card was still viable. THANK JESUS! But the camera was determined to be unrevivable at this point.
After the deserving cry, quickly followed by laugher, the travelers had their sympathies but decided to move on, not focusing on the tragedies of the past. (Regardless of the level of tragedy)
Next stop: Bay of Islands. Exactly what it sounds like: a cluster of small rock islands in the middle of a large blue bay. These rocks have to bashed with water day in and day out for the last few hundred years, creating the formations seen today. There was once a large arch connecting the smaller arch to the land, but collapsed when some adventurers were exploring the other side. Trapped on the large rock island, they had to call for helicopter rescue and were saved several hours later. 
Then there was the cave. This rock cave was formed as water traveled underground and creatued this chasm in this middle of the inland. It was very odd.
The Blowhole: a formation in the inland rocks where the ocean had seeped in to create cave which created a giant hole in the generally flat land. It was very strange.
Sherabrook River came next. This was basically an inland river flowing into the ocean. The surrounding area was a rocky cove with angry waves that constantly bashed against the surrounding rocks. The white wash bashed into the rocks and sprayed high into the air, occasionally taking the adventurers off guard.
Next on the famous road, the adventurers stumbled across a wildlife park, or something of the sorts. Although only some of the party actually went in, a representative photo was captured of the outside.
After a long day of sightseeing, the group finally began the long journey back to the city of Melbourne.
Upon their return, Comical Caitlin, The Wandering Walford, and always-over-dressed-for-the-weather Woda decided to explore the city, especially since always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda had to leave the following day due to a final exam that could not be rescheduled) Their first stop was the Eureka Skydeck, the highest viewing platform in the southern hemisphere. This place was SO WINDY. Stepping out on the outdoor viewing deck, they trio was almost blown into oblivion (and would be if not for the caged nature of the platform)
Once the skydeck was fully conquered/explored by the gang, they departed and headed to Crown Casino, to join the rest of the convoy. Just by signing up for a card, they give you 5 dollars cash. SCORE!
After a heated game of roulette, always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda lost her $5.00, and they spent the rest of the time routing for Parrotmaster Patrick and The Nedulator.
Realizing she had an early flight in the morning, always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda and the rest of the gang headed back to their hostel for a very sound night’s sleep.
Conclusion
Always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda was actually sweating during the entirety of the trip.
The Wander Walford's camera was never revived. Apparently, her type of camera was did not enjoy swimming. ( She did however buy a new camera, which she will obtain within the following weeks.)
Both vehicles were returned without as much a scratch, but retained a new sense of pride in transporting such an epic crew.
After always-over-dressed-for-the-weather-Woda left on her flight early the following morning, the rest of the gang spent the day poking around Melbourne and exploring their curiousities in the city. It was a grand trip. It was the only one of its kind. Maybe, just maybe, one day another trip such as this will go down in history.
The End.
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