Have used Conrad from DialAFlight for years and as always he never disappoints. From start to finish it is all about customer service, brilliant. Would highly recommend using this company for all travel
Not one problem on a 6 week trip with many flights,connections and hotels - very pleased with everything you did, thank you
Everything was perfect from the apartment hotels, flights and transfers, Transfer companies were very smart and polite. Now saving for our next trip!
Felt I received great service throughout the booking process and thereafter. Would highly recommend to everyone.
Extremely good response from the DialAflight team especially Dennis. All problems resolved and services provided as planned. Will definitely use them for our next trip.
Always there for advice and help, and very knowledgable in finding the best flights and deals. Thank you guys!
Good service. Thank you.
Good advice, good service, brilliant product, totally satisfied.
Absolutely no hitches. Many thanks
Excellent trip yet again. Thank you
It’s always a pleasure to call DialAFlight. The quality of service and advice is excellent. Lincoln is brilliant. An asset to the company. Don’t ever let him leave.
I am very happy with the service DialAFlight provided. Everything went like clockwork.
Painless process! Saved me hours searching the internet.
I'll book with you next time, says it all!
The car hire firm still caught me out with extras! I had to pay for roadside recovery insurance at $7 a day.
Keep on doing what you are
Matt has organised my trips for the last 6 years. I have been on some amazing adventures, cool hotels and at reasonable prices. Can’t recommend this company highly enough.
Will always consider DialAFlight when planning a trip
Very helpful - even organised visa
Still think it’s outrageous that airlines charge to book a seat. With a party of 4 and several legs to our flights it would have cost £1000 ish to prebook seats!
Thank you Lincoln, the trip was seamless as usual. I have recommended you to friends
First class service. We look forward to using you again.
As always, our trip was organised as requested, confirmation was clear and everything went smoothly. DialAFlight colleagues were helpful, friendly and efficient.
As an older person flying on my own the follow up to the flight was very helpful
Organised our flights and stop off accommodation which all worked well.
You were all terrifically supportive on what was my first big trip after my husband’s death. Big thanks!
What more can I say?
Another good job from the DialAFlight team - many thanks.
Kylie always very helpful and friendly.
Help with visa was a great bonus.
The Great Ocean Road. Its name alone sounds leagues cooler than any of the world's bucket-list road trips. And that's before you've even begun to appreciate the vast beaches, towering limestone cliffs, and sparkling eucalyptus forests that make this Australian coast road so special.
The highway hugs the underbelly of the state of Victoria, linking Melbourne to the east with the old port city of Warrnambool to the west, threading through a series of seaside towns.
Once settlements for gold rush diggers, these ports now throng with wetsuit-clad holidaymakers in summer (Nov to Feb) and have their own wild charm in winter.
Coaches 'do' The Road in a day, but I opt for a small group tour, which spreads the journey over a night or two and is happy to go off-piste.
'Our tours are all about the detours,' says our guide Jeremy, a walking library of stories, anecdotes and Aboriginal folklore.
Jeremy scoots around Melbourne to collect me and the Scots – a 60-something couple from Aberdeen who are nearing the end of a six-week visit to Oz. And then we're off.
Our first stop is Geelong. It was the old mayor of this port city who, in 1918, decided to build a tourist route to rival California's Big Sur. He enlisted 3,000 ex-servicemen and set them to work, ignoring the government's fear that such a road 'would encourage invaders'. (The country was still licking its war wounds).
For 15 years the soldiers toiled away with their picks and shovels, hacking into the craggy hillside.
Hard yakka, as the Aussies would say. Peering down sheer cliff faces, I imagine such a soothing ocean-scape must have offered better post-traumatic rehabilitation than any therapist.
My neck aches from looking out of the window as we travel west towards Torquay, birthplace of surfing brand Quiksilver. We're here over Easter, prime surf season, and the annual Rip Curl championships – the longest running surf contest in the world – are in full swing.
Jeremy slows down the van to let a woman cross the road, her salty hair dripping on to her face, and tanned arms holding a surfboard. 'That's Stephanie Gilmore,' he says casually. 'Six-time world champion Australian surfer.'
I get the impression that such a sighting is commonplace so I give a breezy nod, but my inner surfer is dancing with excitement. Onwards to Anglesea, where I see my first kangaroo over on the local golf course.
These animals are so robust, Jeremy says, that 'they do little more than blink when hit by a golf ball'.
A few minutes further on is Kennett River, where I stand with my arms outstretched holding handfuls of sunflower seeds as four iridescent parrots land on my head and shoulders. 'Would you like a turn?' Jeremy asks the Scots, but they're too busy oohing and aahing over a koala snoozing in the nook of a tree above us.
Next is Lorne, with its strip of surf shops, second-hand bookshops and organic juice cafes.
A young hipster in Ray-Bans and bare feet strums Van Morrison on his guitar while overlooking the sands where children trip over the cords of their boogie boards.
Their professional counter-parts, meanwhile, sit straddling surfboards well out to sea, bobbing nonchalantly on the swell, waiting for a wave worth riding. Engrossed in watching them, I trip on a cockatoo taking a stroll along the promenade, its little yellow mohican perfectly coiffed.
We spend the night at Beacon Point Ocean View Villas, luxury cabins in the hills above Apollo Bay, and feast on fresh fish at Chris's Restaurant with a front row view of the waves in the dusk.
The next morning we reach the legendary Twelve Apostles – a cluster of giant limestone stacks protruding from the water, their bottoms nibbled by the waves.
The Twelve Apostles provide stark evidence that the coastline of Australia must be eroding at a rate of knots. An arch called London Bridge, sculpted over the centuries, collapsed so suddenly a few years ago that a group of tourists found themselves stranded on the seaward side and had to be helicoptered to safety.
Our final stop is Loch Ard Gorge, where the wreck of the Loch Ard ship was tossed ashore by a fearsome storm in the winter of 1878. Jeremy takes out an old wooden chest from the van – inside which are black-and-white photographs of the only two survivors of the disaster, a newspaper article about the wreckage, and a handful of rusty spoons from the ship.
Turning these barnacle-clad utensils in my hand, I muse that over two days, my notion that Australia offers little by way of history has sunk faster than the vessel itself.