Self-driving trip to Australia｜Twelve Apostles

When I wrote this article, I wanted to record every detail of my studies, travels and life, and constantly improve myself. I specifically used the title of the article from Ma Sanli's cross talk "Start at Ten O'Clock" to remind myself to keep doing it. Go ahead and don’t give up halfway. Who would have known that in just eight months, Mr. Ma’s words would come true, and it has been more than two years since this account was updated.

Self-discipline is a very rare thing, and it requires a lot of patience and perseverance to achieve it, and I obviously failed in writing articles. In fact, in the eyes of my friends and family, I am considered a relatively self-disciplined person. From quitting smoking to becoming a vegetarian now, I have managed to do pretty well. But I know in my heart that I am not doing well in many aspects, such as controlling my weight and insisting on writing articles. These require not only patience and perseverance, but also methods and abilities to solve problems. To put it bluntly, I need to break through my own limitations. Limit your abilities and try things you can't do.

Similarly, accompanying children is also an extremely complicated matter, and it is also something that requires breaking through the boundaries of ability. I originally took my children on a trip, hoping that they would have fun and at the same time broaden their horizons, increase their knowledge, and strengthen their relationship with their parents. However, the ideal is plump and the reality is skinny. The peaceful years I imagined before traveling actually only appear in photos. In reality, most of the time I am walking hoarse and carrying a heavy load.

Ideally, when a child sees a koala on the roadside, he carefully walks to the tree, quietly observes the koala, and discusses it in a whisper. However, in fact, the two brats ran under the koala tree and yelled at the koala. Seeing that the koala was fine, one of them picked up a wooden stick from the ground and stabbed the koala. At that time, I grabbed them both. Not to mention I was very confused. I really wanted to throw them out to feed the dogs.

There is a winding staircase on the side of the Twelve Apostles that leads from the rock to the beach. The two brats like the beach the most, so this place must not be missed. In an ideal world, they would sit quietly on the beach, working together to build a sandcastle, or walking hand in hand on the beach, and I could secretly take a photo from behind. The reality is that I rarely have time to take pictures, but I keep my eyes on them all the time, for fear that something will happen to me if they don’t say anything, and I have to keep shouting to remind them not to go into the sea because the waves here are very big. , for a moment I was like a headless fly scurrying around.

To my relief, the two brats went to bed early after playing for a day. July and I sat on the terrace. She made a cup of Earl Gray tea and ate a piece of black forest mousse. I poured a glass of red wine and lit a Havana cigar. We sat opposite each other, looking up at the stars and enjoying the day. The only good time in life.