Early on Thursday morning, I was perched with coffee on hand, observing the morning commuters streaming from the trains at Southern Cross station. I thought about all the times I'd done the same ritual, and felt lucky that I was now taking the train in the opposite direction - towards a holiday.
At quarter to 8 I headed down to the train to Horsham. I must say I am most impressed by the level public transportation service provided in Melbourne. The train glided out of Melbourne and towards Ararat, then I would take another bus to the small town of Horsham. From there I would catch the Wimmera bus to the Arapilles campsite, also known as the Pines.