The Twelve Apostles, at last!

So we finally make it, just us and 1,000 other sightseers. We are astonished. Three helicopters buzz around circling the landforms, whilst cameras and photographers make walking very difficult, as you don't want to "get into anyone's shot". It's freezing cold, the wind whipping our ears and noses numb. Later, when the blood returns, we grin and think how cold we were.