A Koala Named Harry.

An Aussie Moment.

As predicted, I knew I couldn't/wouldn't stay away from the Great Ocean Road for very long. 12 days to be exact. While on this little excursion I came across something worth sharing. A koala. I shall call him, Harry. There we were just winding along the road, enjoying the beautiful scenery when we came around a corner to cars stopping and people getting out. And what do you think we should see in the middle of the road causing this little roadblock? Yes, a koala. He (in reality though, Harry could've been a Harriet), was just plopped down on his rump in the middle of traffic with no sign of guilt whatsoever. After a few people attempted to scoot him out of the way, a guy got out of his car who looked as though this was not his first rodeo, picked up Harry by the nape of his neck like a cat, and drug him to the side of the road where he swiftly gave him a kick to the ol' behind. Harry started running down the road and tried to climb up the first thing he saw. Sad to say, in the few seconds we were able to watch, it looked like he was striking out with the street lamp pole. 

I didn't capture the moment on film because I was too busy smiling from ear to ear at the absolute preciousness of the situation. However, a ways down the road on the way to Cape Otway, we were able to catch a couple handfuls of koalas chillin' in the trees up above. So without further ado, I would like to introduce you to Amy.

Not Harry.