Thanks to you we’ve twisted and are now safely in Tasmania. Phew!
I loved all your comments, many thanks for your support. Much to my surprise the vote was almost unanimous, with just one (male) exception! I can’t agree more that we should get away from those long roads and huge trucks. It was also great to hear about the highlights of Tasmania from those of you who have already been here.
Let’s twist again
Like you did last summer
Yeah, let’s twist again
Like you did last year
Well, around and round and up and down
We go again
Come on baby make me know you love me so again
By the time we boarded the ferry Andy was genuinely excited about going to Tasmania and our new adventure ahead.
We’ve been arguing about what constitutes a journey. The English Oxford Dictionary says it’s ‘travelling from one place to another’ and this is Andy’s argument too … you have to go from A to B.
But in my opinion it’s just as valid to go ‘around and round’ from A to A. If you lay out a piece of string along our route through Tasmania it looks like a circle. But if you pull that string tight it becomes a straight line which makes it a journey!
What have I let myself in for? Tasmania is actually a much bigger challenge than Melbourne to Sydney. Mountains dominate the western side of the island but there are some serious hills in the North East too.
Lots of ‘up and down to go again’!
I honestly don’t think Andy realised how difficult it was going to be. He kept telling me that Tasmania was “only about the same size as Wales”. I was so confident it was bigger that I made a bet with him … and even upped the stakes.
It turns out TASMANIA IS OVER 3 TIMES BIGGER THAN WALES!
What turned out to be our warm-up ride out of Melbourne and back again took us 380km with over 4000m of climbing. And due to the bush fires we never did make it to Wilsons Promontory so took an inland route instead.
We reached the point of no return in a tiny village called Koonwarra, which lies on the 72km Victoria Southern Rail cycling trail. If we’d turned right down the trail we’d have gone to Sydney. Left to go back to Melbourne.
Thankfully it had one of the nicest cafes we’ve ever cycled past so at least we had good coffee to help make the decision.
We turned left and were soon heading west along this quiet and delightful trail.
Sadly, it didn’t last!
In his efforts to avoid the main highway, Andy took us cross-country on some quieter country roads that he’d spotted on ViewRanger. Some of these were nice but others turned out to be the dreaded gravel ripio, built for the remote Victorian faming community. It was a nasty reminder of some parts of Chile.
They were so corrugated that at one point both Andy’s panniers crashed off the back of his bike as he careered over some bumps too quickly.
While he was picking them up, a lovely local lady in a big 4×4 stopped to ask me “what on earth we were doing there?” She’d never seen anyone trying to ride a bike on these roads before.
In contrast to the searing temperatures of a few days earlier, the weather that day was decidedly cool and very windy.
Storms blew up out of nowhere. One minute, we were happily cycling along. A few seconds later we’re sheltering in a hedge from gale force winds and scarily large hail stones. The storms passed quickly but did not add to the fun in any way.
During our tour of Victoria, I’d noticed that so many places are named after English towns. We’ve been to Brighton, Sandringham, Cheltenham, Hampton, Hastings and Shoreham to name but a few. Phillip Island must have originally been settled by folk from the Isle of Wight … Cowes, Rhyll and Ventnor.
Now we’re in Tasmania, I’m looking forward to visiting Launceston, Exeter, Derby, St Helens and Swansea.
Clare is often right and she certainly was this time! Already I’m loving Tasmania and looking forward to exploring this fascinating island.
Thanks for helping me see that it’s more important to relax and have fun than to complete a journey!