The view off Cape Otway, and a caution.

As we walked back to the car, we encountered the lighthouse keeper. As we started to stammer through an excuse, it became apparent that he didn't really care that we were trespassing, somewhat anti-climactic, actually. Turns out that he just maintains the grounds for tourism, the functional lighthouse (a separate light from the original and scenic 1848 tower) being more maintenance free. Not a bad gig, and a great view, but you'd have to be okay with isolation.

With the sun down, we checked in at the nearest inn we could find to the Twelve Apostles, so we could get up and catch them in the morning. Seeing a sign for the Twelve Apostles Motel, we headed down a dark dirt road (a bit creepy given the isolation of the area), and finally saw some lights. It was a little place run by a decent guy, a retired-cop. Considering the locale, and lack of competition, we were thus gouged for food and lodging for the next twelve hours.