Friday, October 13, 2006
map of tassie
The expedition started via a drive to bordertown with my sister and nephews, and then on to Melbourne with my brother who happened to be in Boredomtown for a scale glider meeting. After a couple of days staying with him and his colonel and picking up the scoot from Essendon it was time to head into the southern unknown via the Ferry. The scoot had only done 10,500 or so K's so its condition was good, besides its differently coloured side panels which were a mildly different red (hard to pick), and it had a starter motor, which gave my right leg a smile (if legs could smile). With my map of tazzy, I planned on boarding the Spirit of Tasmania at Port Melbourne and once hitting the islandstate i'd head south through Launceston, onto Hobart, and hopefully some sort of epiphany.
The Tasmanian part of the jaunt, which was short due to weather and commitments back home, included the following highlights (if they can be called that). Sleeping on the floor of a ferry, a few laps of Launceston, Beakinsfield mines (couldn't find Eddie to sell a story too), a motor museum, countless valleys and windy roads, Longford pub and assorted motor racing circuit memorabilia, a haunted house (ok I was scared), trying to find the Symmons Plains circuit, and bumping into a neighbours uncle on the ferry. Overall Tasmania is a nice place to tour, especcially if you like the odd tea room... per street.
The trip back to the mainland on the ferry wasnt as pleasant. The ride was seriously rough, and as I hadnt paid for a bed I was continuously woken up and told off for being horizontal in the 'seating quarters'. What I was doing obviously didnt fit in with their ticket pricing structure. Once I hit the mainland I burned along the coast and onto the Great Ocean Road where I chased passenger cars through the windy bits, brunched in Lorne, and ended up in Port Fairy. Port Fairy seemed a happenning place with my appearance coinciding with a music festival, and I hit the pubs doing my best to blend into the country yokal crowd. The following day I scootled all the way back to Adelaide through the Coorong into a headwind, and other outer Adelaide country roads in the dark.
2000k's added to the scoot and all intact.
The expedition started via a drive to bordertown with my sister and nephews, and then on to Melbourne with my brother who happened to be in Boredomtown for a scale glider meeting. After a couple of days staying with him and his colonel and picking up the scoot from Essendon it was time to head into the southern unknown via the Ferry. The scoot had only done 10,500 or so K's so its condition was good, besides its differently coloured side panels which were a mildly different red (hard to pick), and it had a starter motor, which gave my right leg a smile (if legs could smile). With my map of tazzy, I planned on boarding the Spirit of Tasmania at Port Melbourne and once hitting the islandstate i'd head south through Launceston, onto Hobart, and hopefully some sort of epiphany.
The Tasmanian part of the jaunt, which was short due to weather and commitments back home, included the following highlights (if they can be called that). Sleeping on the floor of a ferry, a few laps of Launceston, Beakinsfield mines (couldn't find Eddie to sell a story too), a motor museum, countless valleys and windy roads, Longford pub and assorted motor racing circuit memorabilia, a haunted house (ok I was scared), trying to find the Symmons Plains circuit, and bumping into a neighbours uncle on the ferry. Overall Tasmania is a nice place to tour, especcially if you like the odd tea room... per street.
The trip back to the mainland on the ferry wasnt as pleasant. The ride was seriously rough, and as I hadnt paid for a bed I was continuously woken up and told off for being horizontal in the 'seating quarters'. What I was doing obviously didnt fit in with their ticket pricing structure. Once I hit the mainland I burned along the coast and onto the Great Ocean Road where I chased passenger cars through the windy bits, brunched in Lorne, and ended up in Port Fairy. Port Fairy seemed a happenning place with my appearance coinciding with a music festival, and I hit the pubs doing my best to blend into the country yokal crowd. The following day I scootled all the way back to Adelaide through the Coorong into a headwind, and other outer Adelaide country roads in the dark.
2000k's added to the scoot and all intact.
posted by Drew Milne on Friday, October 13, 2006
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